The night wind was cool and Qin Miao wrapped herself in a quilt, shrinking into a corner, dazed.

  What that person just said, I don't know if it's true or not. But thinking about Xie Yan possibly getting seriously injured again or even losing her life while trying to save herself, she really wants to vomit blood.

  She was unwilling to walk back the old road, enter that courtyard, and stand beside that man, looking at her own helplessness and heartache time and again. Yet she also deeply understood that in a corner of her heart, this cold, elegant, and extraordinary man would forever be hidden.

  She buried her face deep into her knees, letting the hot tears flow uncontrollably. She wanted to cry out loud and clear, for past events, for him and her, and for the entanglements that only emerged when she was weak and helpless.

  "Hmph! Women are all foolish, what's the hurry? Don't know what the master is thinking, how could he take a liking to this kind of woman." Cheng Ying didn't lower her voice, so naturally everyone present heard her words.

  Zi Xuan was the first to stand up, dissatisfied, and rushed to Cheng Ying who was roasting pigeons by the fire, saying: "Considering you saved us, we'll temporarily respect you as a chivalrous hero. But you can't just frame our young lady for no reason! What do you know!"

  She was naturally indignant. Having accompanied the young lady to marry into the Hou Mansion, Qin had experienced what it was like to live a cold and lonely life, and no one understood this better than her. Moreover, later on, there were also those incidents with Xiangxiang, so Zixuan disliked the Hou Mansion even more, including the people in it, including this person in front of her who always spoke sarcastically.

  Cheng Ying stopped using his usual tone, and instead looked at Zi Xuan with a sideways glance as she spoke with a puffed up face. Her small cheeks moved up and down, and her forehead was even sweating due to anxiety.

  "Here!" He handed over the roasted pigeon he had just taken out of his hand to Zixuan, his expression much more serious than before.

  "Who cares!" Zi Xuan pushed him away with one hand, sat back down beside Qin Miao, and slowly ate her own dry rations while sipping tea.

  He shrugged his shoulders indifferently and sat down to warm himself by the fire, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly into a pleasant arc, and the firelight illuminated the sparkle in his eyes.

  The mountains were still cool at night. Qin Lang rested for a while and felt his spirits recover a lot. He saw Qin Miao shivering under the quilt, with her eyes closed, and couldn't bear it. So he moved closer to her, opened up the quilt on himself, and tightly wrapped her in his arms. Qin Miao seemed to feel the warmth, and her head naturally nestled into his chest. Even though it was an unconscious move, Qin Lang's eyebrows and eyes relaxed instantly.

  In the darkness at the other end, a resentful gaze stared at the two under the tree.

  "Alright, if you can't bear to watch then don't hide." Cheng Ying leaned against the side and snickered. Each of them was awkwardly mustering up some kind of energy, but his eyes were fixed on another beauty in front of him.

  Those eyes in the dark were not from someone else, but Xie Xuan who was rushing over.

  "Tsk, tsk... Look at you, clearly a hero saving the beauty, yet sneaking away to nurse your wounds. Learn from others, get a little hurt and run in front of people to show off, then you can win over the beauty's heart. How stupid! No wonder you lost the woman, serves you right!"

  Xie Xuan was already stimulated by the scene of Qin Miao and Qin Lang embracing each other, and then being provoked by Cheng Ying, really making him angry to the point of grinding his teeth. This guy is truly a lingering ghost!

  Ow! It hurts so much...

  "Can't you be more gentle? Do you think I'm your master or something? Ahh!" Xie Yun had just helped Qin Miao escape, intentionally lagging behind alone to let Cheng Ying lead the group to hurry away. This time, there were over a hundred bandits, and he single-handedly managed to stall for some time with his sword. But the enemy's numbers were too great, and despite his efforts, he still ended up with many wounds on his body.

  "Let you be an unknown hero! Let you show off!" Cheng Ying suddenly pulled down the bandage on his hand.

  "Ah......" The sound made Xie Yun's heart ache with wave after wave of pain.

  After bandaging his wound, Xie Yun finally walked out of the dark forest. The first thing he did after showing up was to seize power.

  "What are you doing?" Qin Langyi was startled by Xie Yan's sudden appearance. Then he was shocked by his action of directly snatching An Nuan from his arms without warning. Hence, he couldn't help but let out a low growl.

  Xie Xun wrapped the sleeping little one in his arms and raised an eyebrow at Qin Lang, saying, "My wife, I'll take care of her myself, no need for you to worry."

  Qin Lang suddenly became angry and stepped forward to reason: "Hmph, An Nuan is no longer your wife. You two are now like strangers."

  "Who are you to judge? This is between me and her, don't interfere." He hugged Qin Miao and walked to the fire pit, not wanting to pay attention to Qin Lang anymore.

  "Xie Xuan, you're too much! Have you asked An Nuan what she thinks? She doesn't even want to see you again!"

  At this time, Qin Miao was moved by someone, and there was another voice in her ear. She wasn't sleeping very well to begin with. As soon as she woke up, she saw Xie Yan gazing at her with deep affection, rubbing her eyes vigorously. Wasn't this a dream? Was he okay?!

  Qin Miao foolishly reached out to pinch Xie Xu's face, warm and real. "Ah!" She involuntarily exclaimed, it was true, not a dream, really true.

  Xie Xuan's heart burst into bloom when she was called like that. Just now when she woke up, her eyes were clearly worried about herself, and she couldn't deceive people. What could be more delightful than knowing that Qin Miao still had feelings for her?

  "An Nuan..." He slowly approached her, wanting to take a closer look at her face. The warm breath gradually drew near, but it was like a basin of cold water that suddenly woke Qin Miao up. How did she end up lying in his arms?!

  Struggling to break free, but it's clear that Xie Yun is not willing to let her go, and even wants to restrain her in a somewhat overbearing manner.

  She growled discontentedly: "Let go!"

  As expected, the waist was slowly loosened, even with so much reluctance. Qin Miao rushed out of Xie Yan's arms and hid beside Zi Xuan and Qin Lang.

  "Ow......" Xie Yun winced and furrowed his brow in pain.

  Qin Miao didn't notice Xie Yan's painful expression until she returned to a safe place.

  "Are... you hurt?" She realized that she must have pulled on his wound when she struggled in his arms earlier. Seeing his face looking somewhat pale, as if he was enduring pain. The sourness and reluctance in her heart emerged again, very irrationally.

  She carefully walked up and stood beside Xie Yun, using a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat on his forehead caused by the pain. "Does it hurt?"

  Xie Yun shook her head and weakly smiled at her. In the Hou Mansion, she had wiped his sweat countless times, just like this. Every time he came back from duty, although Mo was always by his side to attend to him, she would first use her own scented handkerchief to wipe away his sweat. The handkerchief had a faint floral scent, which he later found out was the fragrance of jasmine flowers that she had liked since she was a girl. However, at that time, he did not understand these things and had never noticed the expectation and longing in her actions when she wiped his sweat.

  There was a hint of bitterness in her eyes, which inexplicably pained Xie Yun. She still cared about him, and seeing herself get hurt, she would still feel heartache. But if she felt heartache, if she cared, why not let herself get close again, give herself the chance to warm her up?

  An Na...