Now, even if there were a thousand difficulties and dangers, they could not be separated.

Ji Yunshu could not lose Jingrong again!

She could not endure that kind of heart-wrenching pain again!

The man’s eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He didn’t recognize this woman, so he couldn’t comprehend even a bit of the emotion she was showing. Ji Yunshu cleaned out the poison from his wound and bandaged it with cloth strips, choking up as she said, “The poison isn’t deep. Once it’s cleaned out, there won’t be any major problems. But we can’t stay here—we need to quickly find a place with shrubs to build a fire.”

She planned to help him up—

Unexpectedly, the man raised his injured arm and forcefully swung it, pushing her away: “Get lost! I’m telling you to get lost!”

His tone was cold and harsh.

Ji Yunshu: “I won’t leave.”

“If you don’t leave, I’ll kill you.”

“You won’t!” She was certain.

The man suddenly grabbed the long sword beside him, a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes as he said ruthlessly, “I will.”

Ji Yunshu met his gaze, then stood up and fiercely slapped the horse’s back.

The horse, feeling the pain, raised its front hooves and ran forward!

It quickly disappeared into the night! She looked down at the man and said, “Now there’s no horse. I can’t go anywhere. And you’re severely injured right now. If I’m not by your side, you’ll surely be scraped to death by the violent winds of this desert. Since that’s the case, if we’re to die, then let’s die together!”

“You…” The man endured the pain in his arm, propped himself up, drew his sword, and placed it against her neck. “Fine, since you want to die so badly, I’ll grant your wish.”

Ji Yunshu didn’t dodge. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, sliding down her face.

Even if she died, she didn’t want to be separated from him again!

Seeing her like this, a trace of hesitation flashed through the man’s eyes, but it was fleeting.

Because in his life, the word “mercy” had never existed.

It hadn’t existed before, didn’t exist now, and wouldn’t exist in the future!

Then his wrist lifted slightly, and the sword opened a small cut on Ji Yunshu’s neck. Ji Yunshu only slightly furrowed her brow. How could that pain compare to the myriad pains in her heart at this moment? Because from those familiar eyes before her, she couldn’t read even a trace of “reluctance.” If this were truly Jingrong, how could he bear to hurt her even the slightest bit?

The man was about to strike again, but the immense pain from his arm left him without any strength. Finally, his palm loosened and the sword fell onto the yellow sand.

His body also sagged down.

Ji Yunshu immediately reached out to embrace him.

That heavy body pressed directly onto her shoulder.

“You… go away!” The man tried to push her away.

But she held him tightly, choking as she pleaded, “Please don’t push me away anymore, all right? Let me stay, stay by your side.”

“…”

“You know I’m not afraid of death, and you know I’m not afraid of waiting either, but I’m just afraid you’ll say you don’t want me.”

She held his heavy and weak body, tears flowing again and again. She was truly afraid he would push her away, that he wouldn’t want her anymore!

But the familiar scent on the man’s body gave her incomparable peace of mind.

She knew he was Jingrong!

Even if everyone else in the world was mistaken, she wouldn’t be!

The man could feel that scorching breath flowing against his chest. That sensation unexpectedly and faintly tugged at his heart.

It hurt a little!

It hurt so much that all the violent aura throughout his body disappeared completely and cleanly.

He no longer had the strength to push her away.

In the end, he compromised!

Soon, they found a patch of shrubs. Ji Yunshu ran in and gathered a pile of kindling.

Fortunately, she always carried a fire starter with her, so she built a large fire.

With the fire, it became much warmer.

But because the man was injured, he curled up on the ground, shivering…

Ji Yunshu quickly pulled him up to lean against her thighs, then immediately took off the outer garment she was wearing and draped it over him.

She continuously rubbed his ice-cold hands.

“Endure it—once you get through this, you’ll be fine!”

The man panted slightly, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He looked hazily at the woman before him, unable to utter a single word.

All these years, his life had only contained killing and obedience.

He had never enjoyed this kind of warmth!

No one had ever treated him this way!

It made his ice-cold heart gradually gain a sense of security.

Ji Yunshu kept adding firewood and kept rubbing his trembling body with her hands.

Gradually, he improved considerably.

His body stopped shaking.

His complexion also became more ruddy.

Only then did Ji Yunshu feel at ease.

The man had already fallen asleep. She raised her hand, planning to remove that mask—

But the moment her fingertips touched the mask, her wrist was firmly seized.

He suddenly opened his eyes and warned, “I advise you, it’s best not to move recklessly.”

After speaking, he propped himself up. But Ji Yunshu firmly embraced his waist from behind and said, “Jingrong, do you know? I’ve searched for you for three years—a full three years! Day and night, every moment thinking of you. Even though everyone else thought you were dead, I knew you must still be alive. I knew you must be waiting for me somewhere. But why is it that now that I’ve found you, you keep rejecting me and pushing me thousands of miles away? Look at me carefully—I’m Yunshu! The person you said over and over you would protect for a lifetime. Have you really forgotten? Forgotten everything between us?”

There was no reaction on the man’s face. He ruthlessly pulled away the hands wrapped around his waist, turned around, and told her seriously, “I’m not called Jingrong, and I don’t know you.” “That’s not true! You are Jingrong, you are!” Ji Yunshu was absolutely certain. Tears burst forth from her eyes again as she tightly grasped the man’s hand, saying desperately, “Tell me, what exactly have you experienced these three years? Tell me, please. No matter what happened, we can solve it together! I only beg you not to leave me again. You said it yourself—wherever I am, you’ll be there too. This is yours—have you forgotten this too?”

She cried until her throat was hoarse, her voice breaking.

The man’s brow furrowed high as he only uttered one sentence: “My name is Li Chuan.”

“Li Chuan? No…”

“I’ve never seen you. I’ve never heard any of these things you’re saying.”

“I wouldn’t mistake you. Even if you’re wearing a mask, even if you deny it however you want, you are Jingrong—the Jingrong I’ve searched for a full three years.”

The man threw off her hand, his gaze sharp and resolute: “I’ll say it one more time—I’m not called Jingrong. I’m called Li Chuan.”

Then he sat on the other side of the fire and lay down on his side.

His back facing Ji Yunshu.

She looked at him across the vigorously burning flames, tears continuously flowing down without stopping.

She didn’t believe it—no matter what, she didn’t believe it!

That person must be Jingrong!

These three years, he must have experienced something, which is why he forgot about her.

So this time, even if she had to exhaust everything she had, she would stay by his side. No matter what difficulties they encountered, she would never let go again!