After I went through the book, I criticized the villain but he insisted on pampering me

Su Xueer stepped forward and stroked the little girl's forehead. "Little sister, you are right. The person I am looking for is now at the bottom of the cliff, waiting for me to find him. You should go home first. It is not safe here."

"Sister, my kite has also fallen to the bottom of the cliff. It's a kite with a wolf pattern. If you see it, can you help me pick it up?"

"Okay, if I see it, I will definitely help you pick up the kite."

She just responded casually and didn't take it to heart at all.

It’s just strange that a little girl would choose a kite with a wolf pattern when flying a kite.

Turned around and left.

The mountain wind whistled past my ears like a sharp wail.

Su Xueer's hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and she ran towards the bottom of the cliff desperately.

Every step she took seemed to be on the edge of despair, but the obsession in her heart never allowed her to stop for a moment.

The light at the bottom of the cliff is dim, as if it is a desperate place forgotten by the world.

Su Xueer's shouts were torn apart by the strong wind, becoming broken and weak: "Sanlang! Sanlang! Where are you?"

The echo reverberated through the valley, but there was still no familiar response.

There were jagged rocks under her feet and she fell down countless times. Her hands were cut by sharp rocks, her flesh turned inside out and blood gushed out, but she didn't care at all. She was only thinking about finding Chi Rui.

In the panic, a glaring red caught my eye, and a pool of blood spread among the dry grass.

Su Xueer's heart skipped a beat. She staggered over and picked up the piece of torn cloth beside her tremblingly. Her fingers stroked the familiar texture. This was exactly the fabric of the clothes that Chi Rui wore that day.

"Sanlang, nothing must happen to you!" Her voice was choked with sobs and tears burst out like a dam breaking, leaving several tear marks on her dusty face.

At this time, the sky was so gloomy that it seemed to collapse, and the heavy clouds made it hard to breathe. Su Xueer suppressed her grief and continued to grope forward.

A thorn bush lay ahead, its sharp thorns gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Without any hesitation, she plunged in. The thorns scratched her arms and cheeks, and blood oozed out, which was instantly dried by the wind.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Su Xueer saw the figure that had been haunting her dreams in front of a hidden cave.

Chi Rui lay on the ground, motionless, like a broken doll.

His clothes were tattered and covered with wounds. The blood had long since dried up and formed dark red scabs.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his breath was so weak that it seemed like it would dissipate at any moment.

Su Xueer's heart seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. She ran to Chi Rui's side, her legs went limp, and she knelt down heavily.

Carefully holding his head, letting him lean against her chest, she looked at his pale face and burst into tears, "Sanlang, wake up."

Her tears fell on Chi Rui's face, mixing with the blood and dust on his face, wetting a small area of ​​the ground.

Su Xueer hugged Chi Rui tightly, as if she wanted to use her body temperature to snatch him back from the hands of death.

She reached out her trembling hand to feel Chi Rui's pulse. The weak and almost non-existent beating made her heart wrench.

She quickly calmed herself down and put all her medical skills to good use at this moment.

She quickly took out the silver needle bag she carried with her and began to give Chi Rui acupuncture to stop the bleeding and relieve the pain.

Looking at Chi Rui's injuries, her distressed hands couldn't stop shaking, but she still placed each stitch accurately.