The second knuckle and above were all cut off, and that pair of bony hands had become incomplete.

  He was in a daze for that period of time, constantly wandering between clarity and confusion.

  The finger surgery was anesthetized, and it didn't hurt much at the time. But the pain after the surgery was enough to make one's heart and soul ache, no wonder people say that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, Ruan Jianglin has experienced it firsthand.

  Wrapped in gauze for nearly a month, every time I change the dressing, it looks very awkward there, the joints are just growing new flesh, feeling itchy, painful and itchy.

  The doctor said let him take good care of himself and don't touch it, lest he get infected afterwards, but he can't help going to touch that place.

  Even after unpacking, he would still subconsciously touch the joint of his little finger, where dense and numerous itches remained, and the pain from that time seemed to be etched on the tip of his heart like yesterday.

  He probably never thought he would become a disabled person.

  *

  In Brazil, he lost his own tail finger.

  But he still had to continue on his journey, moving forward, at every dawn, at every dusk, shuttling between daylight and darkness.

  Not only in Brazil, he also went into the jungle, leaving a scar on his back that would never be erased, some of which were shocking.

  Ruan Jianglin, a young master like him, was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and grew up being pampered by his family. He had never experienced any hardships from childhood to adulthood.

  Not to mention leaving scars, but on this road, he was almost covered in wounds.

  Regional discomfort, temperature changes, time difference reversals, brought him far more than these illnesses, he was coughing almost every day, although he had medicine, but it was a drop in the bucket.

  From spring to summer, and then to autumn, he went from the Mississippi River all the way to the savannas of South Africa.

  Experience the thrill of being chased by the king of beasts, a life-and-death experience that is even more intense than the nerve stimulation and blood boiling sensation brought by racing cars.

  If it slows down a bit, it will pounce on the car and shatter the glass.

  Every pursuit made him doubt whether he would have another chance to see Jiangyan again.

  He would also sigh with emotion, realizing that in those years he had missed, his girl had become so brave.

  In a small village in South Africa, he heard rumors of Jiangyan's whereabouts.

  The translator found by Ruan Jianglin said that the villagers had seen an international organization setting up a camp in front of them some time ago, with people from many countries, but they did not recognize any Chinese people and did not know who he was talking about.

  The moment he heard the news, his heart skipped a beat and took a long time to calm down.

  Ruan Jianglin had been searching for so long, and he was eager to meet her as soon as possible. However, when the moment finally arrived, he suddenly became hesitant.

  It wasn't until the next day that they set off in their car to look for the campsite where they were staying.

  In South Africa's savannas, there are many prides of lions and tigers, and it is very dangerous to take pictures of them in the wild.

  Ruan Jianglin didn't understand her passionate and sincere feelings back then, even now he only worries about whether she is healthy, if she has any broken arms or legs, or if she was injured like him.

  His large palm grasped the steering wheel, constantly tightening its grip.

  Living up to expectations, from dawn till dusk, he drove several hundred kilometers, and he didn't even know how many.

  He just knew that she was in sight, right nearby.

  She wore a hat, with a scarf wrapped around her neck, her tall and slender figure, cold and elegant temperament, the dim light of dusk shone on her body.

  She also saw him, he walked towards her step by step, still handsome but with more vicissitudes.

  Another spring, summer, autumn and winter, another long separation.

  The wind blew over, without any obstruction, blowing off her hat. Jiang Yan didn't catch it, and it was blown away to the ground.

  The gauze blocked her line of sight, Jiang Yan stretched out her hand to cover the gauze.

  The few minutes when Ruan Jiang walked over were like a century, their eyes intersecting, constantly narrowing the distance.

  Not far away, there were several zebras, which can be quite dangerous as wild zebras may have a certain level of aggression, or even lions and tigers lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce.

  But at that moment, nothing else mattered.

  Ruan Jianglin suddenly felt that even if the next second was the end of the world, he would still be willing to die for that moment.

  The road in the wilderness is not flat, but he walks very steadily.

  She just stood there, unable to move a step, all her thoughts were hooked by the man.

  It has always been like this, as long as he appears, her gaze will be focused on him alone.

  He is the sun and also the moon, day and night, she misses him, thinks of him, her soul is tied to his, entwined.

  He bent down and picked up the hat from the ground and put it back on her head.

  She suddenly curled up her lips, and a pair of eyes were exceptionally bright. "Ruan Jianglin, have you thought it through? Am I the one you're looking for?"

  "Or what? I came here to sunbathe?"

  He stood with his back to the light, the last rays of the setting sun spilling over the two people, one hand in his pocket, his eyebrows and eyes speaking volumes about his elegance.

  Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close to his chest.

  Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment before reaching out to hug him back, but only touched the scar on his body.

  She touched him with some disbelief and caution, Ruan Jianglin wanted to pull back, but was held by her.

  Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she couldn't speak for a moment. Her heart felt like it was being twisted in pain.

  After a long time, she asked with a stuffy nose: "When did it break?"

  Summer.

  "Where?"

  "Brasil." he muttered.

  Jiang Yan pushed him away with one hand, but couldn't push him away. She cried so hard that she couldn't speak, and pounded on his back with all her might.

  "You're such an idiot! How can there be someone as stupid as you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

  Waiting for her to cry enough, he slowly patted her back with a helpless face, "How could it be? Grandpa hasn't suffered enough for you yet, how can I bear to part with you."

  She was in his arms, crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing at all. She held him tightly, and it had already penetrated deep into her bones.

  "Jiang Yan, don't do this anymore, okay?" His voice was very soft, like a gentle breeze that brushed past her ears.

  He didn't dare think about how anxious he would be if she continued to rush around and drift aimlessly like this.

  He may think of dying for her every day from then on.

  Jiang Yan held his hand, carefully stroking the knuckle joints that had already healed but were still uneven.

  She softly responded, "Okay."

  *

  That winter, Ruan Jianglin took her back to Kyoto.

  He was afraid she would change her mind, so he booked a flight back.

  That year, Jiang Yan gave up the career she loved most in her life, which was a dream she had been chasing for many years. For this love, she had shed blood and sweat countless times, but couldn't remember how many exactly.

  However, Ruan Jianglin is also her dream.

  Ye Chen asked him if it was worth it, he didn't say anything.

  He thought it was worth it, he had made a profit, in exchange for half a finger and an injury for Jiangyan.

  Because she is willing to come back after all.

  On New Year's Eve, Ruan Jianglin proposed to her again.

  There is only one chapter today, and I will make up for it tomorrow (there will probably be five chapters), and it should be finished by the end of the month.

  (End of chapter)