Meanwhile, on the other side.

Although Lichuan was severely injured, he still refused to show even the slightest hint of weakness.

As an assassin, he knew that in his life there was only death and survival.

There had never been weakness!

He traveled through the desert without stopping for a moment.

Ji Yunshu kept following behind him. Even though she was already utterly exhausted, she never gave up chasing after Lichuan’s steps.

Lichuan also knew she had been following him all along.

He had thought she would give up and return to that inn, but in the end, he had still underestimated her.

That woman’s tenacity and endurance were something even he had to admire.

It seemed that the person called Jingrong held a position in her heart that had long surpassed her own life.

Because Lichuan’s arm wound had not received secondary treatment, the wound had split open and bled quite a bit. Those drops of blood flowed down his arm onto the sand.

Following behind, when Ji Yunshu saw those drops of blood that hadn’t yet been covered by the sand in time, she was extremely worried and used all her strength to catch up.

She blocked Lichuan’s path.

“You can’t keep walking, your hand…”

“It’s nothing.”

“The wound must have split open, let me take a look.”

She reached out to grab his hand.

But he hid it behind him, shifted his body to the side, circled around her, and continued walking forward!

Ji Yunshu quickly blocked his path again and said angrily, “I know you’re not afraid of death and don’t care about this little wound, but if you expect me to watch and do nothing, I can’t do that.”

Lichuan’s expression was icy, his eyes emanating a piercing coldness.

He stepped toward Ji Yunshu, looking down at her.

The distance between them was no more than the size of a fist.

“I’m warning you, I’m not some good person! Even if you saved me yesterday, I won’t be grateful to you!”

“I don’t need your gratitude.”

“Then put away your kindness!”

Lichuan harshly threw down these words and quickened his pace, walking forward.

This time, no matter how Ji Yunshu chased, she couldn’t catch up to him and could only watch his back from afar.

Finally, she couldn’t hold on anymore!

Her head suddenly became dizzy and throbbed with intense pain.

From last night until now, she hadn’t stopped at all, hadn’t drunk a single drop of water. Her body was extremely fatigued, and her vision was becoming increasingly blurred. She watched Lichuan’s gradually receding figure, and her body slowly collapsed.

She fell face-first into the yellow sand!

She couldn’t let him leave her again, she couldn’t!

“Jingrong, don’t… don’t leave me again, don’t…”

That pain of separation and loss was like blood flowing through her body, once again occupying all her veins.

Pain!

A pain worse than death!

Just like returning to that night three years ago.

Her eyes opened and closed, her vision blurred, and Lichuan’s figure was long gone.

At this moment, her strong will was being worn down bit by bit!

She used her last bit of strength trying to stand up, but having only supported herself halfway, her body heavily fell down again.

Those tiny grains of sand now felt like sharp needles piercing fiercely into her skin.

Like torn flesh and blood!

She grabbed the yellow sand with both hands, struggling to crawl forward.

“Jingrong, Jingrong…”

Tears fell continuously like pearls.

Just when she was once again powerless to move forward even half a step, a pair of large hands suddenly grabbed her slender arms and, following that force, pulled her up from the ground.

In an instant, she fell into a warm embrace.

Held tightly by strong and powerful arms.

At that moment, she smelled a familiar scent…

Her heart felt incomparably at peace!

She forced her eyes open and saw the masked Lichuan.

He was right before her eyes, his expression cold and severe, that emotionless gaze staring coldly straight ahead, without the slightest bit of pity!

Holding her, he continued walking forward.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t care about me?” she asked in a choked voice.

Lichuan said nothing…

A smile slowly appeared at the corners of Ji Yunshu’s mouth.

Then she also fainted.

When she woke up, it was almost dark!

She was lying beside a water source with a fire burning nearby.

She sat up and rubbed her head, her first reaction being to look for Lichuan.

Fortunately, he hadn’t left.

Lichuan sat by the water’s edge, appearing somewhat clumsy as he unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage on his arm.

But because the bandage had stuck to the wound, removing it was like forcibly scraping off a piece of flesh from his body.

Ji Yunshu’s body had recovered considerably.

She got up and walked over, crouching beside him.

“Let me do it.” Her tone was gentle.

This time, Lichuan didn’t refuse her kindness and completely handed his arm over for her to handle.

Ji Yunshu gently unwound the blood-soaked cloth strip circle by circle, saying as she did, “It will hurt a lot, bear with it.”

Lichuan turned his head away.

He didn’t want her to see him enduring the pain.

Those two wounds were covered in blood, somewhat festering and infected.

Her heart trembled, filled with heartache. Her nose tingled, and she wished so much that these wounds were cut into her own body, that all the pain could be borne by herself.

“Knowing you’re injured, yet still forcing yourself to endure—don’t you know that continuing like this, your hand will be ruined!”

Lichuan only said, “This minor injury won’t kill me!”

“You’re always like this!”

Always as stubborn as before!

Hearing this, Lichuan turned to look at her, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down for a long while, wanting to speak but stopping himself…

Ji Yunshu fetched water to clean his wound, then took out medicine she carried with her to give to him.

When Lichuan saw the pill she handed to him, he paused.

He hesitated!

“This is medicine to stop bleeding, not poison.”

“…”

Lichuan then took it!

Ji Yunshu tore off two strips of cloth from her clothing and carefully bandaged each of his wounds.

And instructed, “Remember this—don’t exert force with this hand. If the wound splits open again, your hand might truly be ruined!”

Lichuan pulled his hand back.

Not a word of thanks.

He had said he wouldn’t be grateful to her.

Ji Yunshu looked at his stern profile, which was so familiar.

She wanted to say something but swallowed the words back.

She only removed the crown pearl from her waist and showed it to Lichuan.

“Do you still remember this?”

Lichuan glanced at it, his eyes full of unfamiliarity.

“This is what you took from my hair when we were in Jinjiang. I said it was just an ordinary crown pearl, but you treasured it and kept it with you all the time! You even said this would be our love token. Do you remember?”

Trying to awaken his memory.

But Lichuan was completely indifferent. Meeting her expectant gaze, he said with extreme seriousness, “Miss, I don’t want to tell you the same thing over and over again!”

“Jingrong…”

“My name is Lichuan! I have no relationship whatsoever with the person you know. I’m not him, and he’s not me!”

“Why won’t you acknowledge me?”

“Never met before, how can we recognize each other?”