Wanjin Lady

Chapter 439 Rainy Night
Wen Wan crawled back to Wei Zheng, only to see Wei Zheng lying there, his face pale, his eyes closed, the cold rain falling from the sky hitting his face unscrupulously.

"Wei Zheng!"

Wenwan's chest rose and fell, and she reached out to feel his breath.

not dead!

But I was cold all over!

Terrible!

Wen Wan tried to help him up, but Wei Zheng was too heavy. Her feet slipped and she fell into the mud. Not only did she choke on the mud, but her fingers and cheeks were also cut by the weeds.

The pain woke her up quickly.

This place was in the middle of nowhere, and Wei Zheng was injured, so she couldn't move forward or backward.

Wen Wan made a quick assessment. She wiped the rain off her face, which was a bit salty. She realized belatedly that she had cried, but now was not the time. If crying had any effect, she could have imitated Meng Jiangnu, crying down the Great Wall.

Wei Zheng couldn't move, so he could only set up a rain shelter on the spot.

The nights were getting darker and darker, and even on rainy days, wolves would appear.

Not to mention the risk of hypothermia if Wei Zheng lay here. Wen Wan's eyes were swollen as she struggled to pull out the long sword from Wei Zheng's waist, dragging her long skirt along as she slashed at the nearby bamboo forest.

She held her breath and randomly cut the bamboo forest into two symmetrical halves, forming a triangle to shield Wei Zheng.

But it's just a drop in the bucket.

——Bang, bang, bang.

She only had this sword in her hand, and she just started chopping at the bamboo forest!

Her hand was injured, and a bloody nail was pulled out, falling silently into the bamboo forest. She didn't feel the pain, but just kept waving her arms.

Finally, when she cut through the third bamboo, she heard Wei Zheng's weak voice coming from the rain.

Wen Wan returned to Wei Zheng in the rain, only to see him lying there with his eyes half closed.

In a shady forest, the young lady in a sky-blue dress was particularly eye-catching. Her clothes were extremely dirty and there were small wounds on her face. She was holding a long sword and kneeling in the mud in front of him.

Her lips couldn't stop trembling as she whispered, "Are you...are you okay?"

Wei Zheng slowly raised his hand.

He wiped away her tears, his fingers lingering at the corners of her red eyes, "I'm sorry... for dragging... you down..."

Wen Wan cried even harder, tears mixed with rain and blood streaming down her face. She pouted, aggrieved like a child, "I don't know how to build a tent. I don't have any wilderness survival skills. There's nothing here... I can't even cut bamboo... and it's raining... and you're so badly injured... Wei Zheng, tell me, you didn't come here alone. You have helpers, right?"

She spoke incoherently, with panicked tears in her eyes, but Wei Zheng was smiling, "There are reinforcements..."

He tilted his head and looked at her.

Junior Sister Wen has been crying.

He had never seen her cry so miserably.

She is cunning, smart, insightful, vicious, but never weak.

Her sword hand was riddled with wounds, her dress was covered in blood and mud, her hair was disheveled, and her shoulders were shaking slightly, like a...hidden madman.

and so.

Junior Sister Wen is so nervous, but at least... at least... she doesn't hate him in her heart, right?

"Don't be afraid." Wei Zheng's voice was hoarse, his chest heaving as he spoke. The rain fell on his face, which was pale and transparent. "I won't die."

Wen Wan suppressed her trembling voice: "Tell me. What should I do?" "Help me up, we can't stay here..." Wei Zheng looked around with difficulty, "This is downhill, rainwater will easily accumulate. Besides, we can't stay in the rain forever... We need to find shelter... My shoulder injury needs treatment..."

And the arrow lodged in his flesh.

"But can you still walk?"

Wei Zheng struggled to get up, and Wen Wan immediately helped him up. The rain was so heavy in the dense forest that it was impossible to tell the direction. Wen Wan felt that there was no way to go through the thick rain. "Which direction?"

"There should be a small village in the southwest. It's close to the official road..."

Wei Zheng pressed his whole body on Wen Wan, and Wen Wan tensed up half of her body. The two people's footprints were one deep and one shallow. The drizzle drowned out their traces.

"Wen Wan." The man's voice was low, his hand resting on Wen Wan's thin shoulder. The whole world seemed to be filled with the scent of wild gardenias on her body and the coolness of rain. He leaned his head against her, as if a drowning person was trying to absorb the last bit of warmth. "What did you mean when you said... not to touch your man...?"

Wei Zheng clearly noticed that Wen Wan's shoulders tightened.

Thousands of raindrops fall on the treetops, dripping with a sound.

In the dense forest, not a single ray of light could penetrate, and he could not see the expression on the young lady's face.

"Senior brother is one of us."

"That's my guy."

"Senior Brother is a man, so he's my man." Wen Wan bit her lip and remained silent for a moment. She felt that the more she explained, the more she made things worse, and her excuses were too far-fetched. She carefully tried to make up for it, "When I saw Senior Brother injured, my mind went blank. In fact, I don't even know what I was saying."

Wei Zheng was skeptical, "Then why... entrust the two children... to me?"

Wen Wan angrily asked, "Is there anyone else at the scene who can be trusted?"

Wei Zheng opened his mouth to ask more questions, but was interrupted impatiently by Wen Wan: "Brother, you are injured like this, so please don't talk for now. Save your energy and find a place. I will help you pick the arrow out of your shoulder."

I walked for an unknown amount of time until the forest grew darker and darker, and it was almost nightfall when I finally found a dilapidated temple. Rows of timber were neatly stacked under the temple's corridor, and daily necessities were stowed away in the corner. Pushing open the dilapidated door, I saw an unfinished statue of the Bodhisattva.

This is a temple that is under renovation.

Wen Wan helped Wei Zheng sit down against the wall and began to search the room.

The repair work of the temple was delayed because of the heavy rain, but the things left here were very complete. She found candles, hay, mats, some clean clothes, and half a pot of wine.

Obviously, there should be farmers nearby.

Wen Wan didn't care about anything else. Seeing that Wei Zheng's face was frighteningly pale, she hurried back to Wei Zheng with the wine.

The cold wind blew in, making it chilly.

Wen Wan took off her wet cloak and held it up to block the wind. Under Wei Zheng's guidance, she started a fire and took off Wei Zheng's shirt to warm it up. She held the oil lamp close to Wei Zheng's wound.

The arrowhead fell into the skin, with only half of the shaft vaguely visible. If it was pulled out rashly, the skin and flesh would be completely gone. In ancient times, an infection could be fatal!
Wen Wan observed for a long time but didn't know where to start, and ended up sweating all over her forehead.

"Don't be afraid." A faint smile appeared on Wei Zheng's pale face. "Even if my head fell off, it would only leave a scar the size of a bowl. I have no complaints about dying at the hands of my junior sister..."

"Shut up!" Wen Wan suppressed her trembling right hand, "Do you have a handkerchief?"

Wei Zheng hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached into his inner garments. After a long while, he took out a white handkerchief and handed it to her.

Wen Wan's face froze slightly when she saw the orchid pattern on the scarf.

This handkerchief... looks familiar.

Wen Wan was momentarily stunned, but she immediately grabbed the handkerchief and asked him again, "Where's the medicine?"

Comrades, he's here, he's here.

Can you feel the edge of regaining your memories?