With him by her side, she didn't know how long she slept with peace of mind. Here she was just Yun Zhixi, not the Yun family's eldest lady, Yun Zhixi who was pursued by many people.
"Why stand here?"
A familiar and llow voice sounded behind him, and Yun Zhixi quickly turned around, but saw Alang walking by with a hare in his upper body and a few sparrows in his hand.
"What happened to your back?"
Seeing the blood on his body, Yun Zhixi imdiately ran forward. When he saw that Alang's back was covered with scars, Yun Zhixi's complexion changed slightly.
I never know what it feels like to feel bad for a person, this is the first ti.
Aran glanced behind him casually, "It's okay, I just t a wolf."
"What? Wolf?"
Yun Zhixi took a step back in fear, "How could you et a wolf?"
Yun Zhixi's raised hand stopped in the air, and he unexpectedly encountered a wolf, but fortunately, she only saw a wound on his back when she looked at it.
"It's okay, it's just a small thing."
Seeing her worried look, A Lang showed a bright and handso smile, and that rough face was much softer.
This seed to be the first ti she was worried for him. She had encountered wolves before, but those wolves could not get any benefit in his hands.
"This is still a small matter?"
Yun Zhixi glared at A Lang, quickly pulled A Lang into the cave, took the veil and cleaned A Lang's wound.
Seeing the dense wounds, scratches and abrasions, her heart was tight.
"Well, little things, don't worry about it."
A Lang smiled softly at Yun Zhixi, Yun Zhixi was taken aback, and the hand holding the kerchief tightened slightly.
Is she worried about him?
Why is she worried about him?
Throwing the veil in his hand on A Lang, Yun Zhixi turned his back to A Lang, his eyes wide.
Seeing her with her back to her, Alang looked at it puzzledly. It was clear that she was fine just now.
As night approached, Yun Zhixi sat opposite Alang, through the faint light of firewood, she watched him seriously make things for her, and the fragrance slowly diffused in the cave.
Tomorrow she is leaving, and she won't see this man anymore.
"Aron!"
Yun Zhixi couldn't help but murmured, A Lang raised his eyes to look at her, raising a gentle smile, "What's the matter?"
Yun Zhixi shook his head, his eyes fell on the firewood.
"Tomorrow I am going to the market, I will buy you so clothes."
A Lang smiled softly at Yun Zhixi, and there was a hint of honesty and cuteness on that rough face.
In front of her, he did not face the toughness of those evil wolves at all, only gentleness.
Hearing that he was going to buy her clothes, Yun Zhixi was inexplicably speechless. She wanted to tell him that she was leaving tomorrow, but at this mont she couldn't say it.
Looking at his rugged side face, staring at his firm chin, it would be great if... if he was Mo Yishen.
In this life, she might no longer have the energy to love a man like that.
She loves the ink deeply and exhausted all her strength. His disdain made her feel discouraged and never wanted love anymore.
This man, she could see how he treated her differently, and she didn't know how to repay him, as if giving him money was desecrating him.
The night began to deepen, and Yun Zhixi lay on the bed and looked back at A Lang who was sleeping on the ground. His face was serene and his facial features were distinct. Even though it was a little dark, it made him look more masculine.
Having lived for more than 20 years, she has never felt what it is like to be a man.
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