The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

Xue Zhiyi's heart trembled for a moment. At this moment, she was really, really worried that Huo Wuyou would die.

She quickly checked his breathing and fortunately, he was still breathing.

But he found that Huo Wuyou's face was hot, but his body was shaking slightly, and his lips were trembling unconsciously, as if a chill was coming out from the bones.

"Huo Wuyou..." She called softly, her tone unconsciously sounding a little tearful.

There is a vast expanse of water, and on the shore is the suburb of Huajing, but no one is visible. The rain is about to stop, and no one knows when it will end.

With her support, Huo Wuyou lay down on his side on the boat, avoiding the wound. She also draped Huo Wuyou's coat on the awning to prevent more rain from leaking in.

Looking at the person who was currently unconscious, Xue Zhiyi's eyes became increasingly gloomy.

Finally, she took a deep breath, lay down face to face with Huo Wuyou, and hugged his body little by little, trying to use the warmth of her body to keep him warm.

She was much smaller than Huo Wuyou, and when she lay down like this, her whole body was buried in his arms. At this angle, Xue Zhiyi had to raise his eyes slightly to see his face clearly.

Her eyes were red, and her heart seemed to be twisted by something sore, causing her hands around Huo Wuyou to tighten unconsciously until she was hugging him tightly.

She thought that she really fell in love with Huo Wuyou. She was afraid that something might happen to him and that he would die from such serious injuries.

This person is very good, very good.

She also didn't know when she had fallen in love with him so pathetically. She had clearly agreed that she was only using him, and she had clearly rejected him so many times.

She didn't know how she had unknowingly...put such an annoying guy in her heart.

Until this point, the voice in her heart had become too deafening to ignore: she was worried about him, cared about him, and wanted him to survive.

"Wake up soon, Huo Wuyou."

When I woke up, I laughed at her for being a useless and fickle person, and laughed at her for being a fool who thought she was heartless but got herself into a state of being unable to escape.

Anyway, wake up...

...But this was not a solution. Xue Zhiyi could only warm him up while wiping his forehead with a wet cloth and rewiping his wound. After all the work, he was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep without knowing when.

She seemed to have a dream. In the dream, Huo Wuyou's figure overlapped with the person who screamed in the ruined temple in her previous life, except that person did not have those tiny light blue scars on his back.

After she bandaged the man's wound, the two of them stood back to back, separated by a broken door panel.

She stared blankly at the small bright bonfire in front of her. This little light seemed a little unreal in this snowy night.

Behind her, the man's voice was weak. He asked her, "You saved me like this, aren't you worried that I'm a bad person?"

Because of his injury, his breathing was a little heavy, but no one knew what he had been through, his tone was like still dead water, revealing a desolate numbness.

Outside the ruined temple, the wind and snow were raging, making the broken roof creak.

After a moment of silence, she said, "In the eyes of others, I am not a good person either."

She was just the daughter of a criminal whose family was destroyed and the lowest woman in the brothel.

Perhaps those people from the Imperial City Bureau were here to arrest him, but Xue Zhiyi could feel that this person was not a vicious criminal.

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "Once the snow stops tomorrow, I will leave Huajing and will not bring trouble to you."

Xue Zhiyi remained silent.

Suddenly, he added: "If one day I return to Huajing alive, I will remember your kindness today."

He asked her weakly but seriously: "Can you tell me your name? If there is a day, I will do my best to repay you."

Xue Zhiyi just moved the corners of his mouth slightly.

She almost forgot her name.

She has another nickname in Chunfeng Tower, and no one has called her by her real name for a long time.

Her eyes, reflecting the bonfire, trembled: "People who fall into the mire have no name."

The man was silent.

Xue Zhiyi just silently added firewood to the campfire.

But he suddenly said, "I don't have any either."

"What?" Xue Zhiyi was stunned.

He just chuckled at himself and said, "I am a person who should have disappeared from this world long ago. The me of the past has nothing to do with me anymore."

Xue Zhiyi held his chin up to his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "Then we can be considered to be in the same boat."

Suddenly, the person behind him said, "Stretch out your hand, I'll give you something."

Xue Zhiyi turned around suddenly, half believing and half doubting, and reached out his hand behind the door.

Her palm felt warm for a moment, as if he had placed something in her palm.

She took it and looked at it towards the campfire. It turned out to be a ring made of dry grass.

Puzzled, the man said, "Thank you very much today. If I can return to Huajing alive, I will repay you with a gift."

He said, "Take this as a promise. When I return to Huajing, I will definitely help you regain your freedom. Trust me."

Looking at the grass ring lying in his palm, Xue Zhiyi felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

But the man thought she didn't believe him, and added: "Promise me, just give me a reason to live."

"A reason to live?" Xue Zhiyi was stunned.

I only heard him speak softly: "There is no one in this world that I care about anymore. Just give me a reason so that when I am between life and death, I can remember that there is still someone waiting for me in this world. Let me feel that I can at least live for someone, okay?"

Xue Zhiyi's throat was blocked and uncomfortable. If it weren't for her loved ones, she might have committed suicide because she could not bear the humiliation.

She could empathize with him, so naturally she felt even more uncomfortable.

"Okay." She said, "Then you must come back alive to find me."

She heard the man sigh softly: "I... I definitely will."

……

Huo Wuyou opened his eyes drowsily. His eyes were dry, his eyelids were heavy, and his head was dizzy.

He seemed to be dreaming of something... He dreamed that Zhiyi was healing him, but the dream was dark and he couldn't see Zhiyi's face clearly no matter what.

He rubbed his head, but suddenly realized... someone seemed to have a hand on his face.

He looked in the direction of the hand, but found that... he was actually resting his head on Xue Zhiyi's legs!

Huo Wuyou took a deep breath and quickly sat up. He saw that it was still light outside, it was just dawn.

Xue Zhiyi was leaning against the bed, seemingly asleep, with a wet cloth in his hand.

His movement also woke up Xue Zhiyi. Her eyes were unfocused and she held her forehead in pain.

Xue Zhiyi's dream was so long that she couldn't tell whether she was really awake or not.

The pain in her legs finally made her feel something real.

"Why did I fall asleep..."

She looked nervous and was about to soak the cloth in water so that she could wipe Huo Wuyou's forehead.

But suddenly he met Huo Wuyou's eyes.

"Are you awake?" Xue Zhiyi had just woken up and there was still confusion on his face.

Huo Wuyou sat up straight: "I woke up, and the boat seemed to have stopped."