Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Mu Han...Mu Han...Chu Muhan!"

Song Qianxi woke up with a start, gasping for breath, with cold sweat on her forehead, and stared blankly at the dim and dilapidated hut. The strange environment made her tense up vigilantly, "Where is this?"

She was lying on the cot, her clothes had been changed and patched, very worn but clean.

And a kerosene lamp was lit on the table beside the bed, which was very dramatic.

In what age, do people still use kerosene lamps?

With a 'creak' sound, the old wooden door was pushed in from the outside. Song Qianxi stepped back subconsciously, leaning her back against the wall, staring nervously at the pushed open wooden door. A woman in her 40s came in. .

The woman's face is haggard and wrinkled, but her facial features are good-looking. It can be seen that she was a beauty when she was young. She was holding a bowl of soup, and when she saw Song Qianxi woke up, she smiled, "Girl, you woke up, how do you feel? "

The woman's Mandarin was awkward, as if she hadn't spoken it for a long time.

Seeing the woman's benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, Song Qianxi relaxed her vigilance, and asked uncertainly, "You saved me?"

"Well, after the heavy rain, I went to the beach to see if there were any fish that washed up on the island. I found you unconscious at the beach and brought you back. You were unconscious for two days and then developed a high fever. The medical care here is poor. I'm afraid you won't be able to survive. "

The woman was very happy to see her, "I never thought that one day I would be able to meet people from my hometown."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling.

A tear fell silently.

She sniffed, wiped away her tears, and handed the boiled fish soup to Song Qianxi, "There is nothing good at home, drink some fish soup to nourish your body."

"Thank you." Song Qianxi took it, smelled the strong fishy smell, frowned imperceptibly, did not rush to drink, and asked worriedly: "Sister, did you see a man when you rescued me? "

"No, you are the only one on the shore, is that your companion?"

"It was my boyfriend. He was shot twice and fell into the sea in order to save me. When we encountered a storm, we wore belts in order not to be washed away. But human beings are so humble and insignificant in front of nature, and we... were washed away .”

There were clear blue and purple strangle marks on his wrist, and he was anxious and restless, worried that something would happen to Chu Muhan.

Her eyes were red with worry, and she couldn't help crying. When the woman saw this, she quickly comforted her: "Hey, don't cry. If you can be rescued by me, your boyfriend will also be rescued by kind people."

"I hope so." Song Qianxi held the bowl and took a sip of the fish soup without any condiments. The strong fishy smell stimulated her taste.

The woman saw through Song Qianxi's thoughts, took the fish soup away, and said embarrassingly: "There is a shortage of supplies here, and there is no onion, ginger, garlic cooking wine, so I can't deal with the fishy smell."

She didn't have onion, ginger and garlic, how backward was she being rushed to?

"Sister, where is this place?" Song Qianxi asked, worried about traffic problems.

If the transportation is inconvenient, it will be even more troublesome to find Chu Muhan.

"This is called Liren Island, and it is not a small island managed by any country."

Song Qianxi's heart skipped a beat, and she asked with a glimmer of hope, "Then... can I leave?"

The woman smiled bitterly, "If I could leave this ghostly place, I would have left more than ten years ago."

As if recalling bad memories, the woman's eyes were filled with tears again.

Song Qianxi's already depressed mood became even more depressed, and she was a little more worried about Chu Muhan. She lifted the quilt and got up, because she hadn't eaten for two days because of a coma, her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and she couldn't exert her strength.