moon at sea

"Don't be afraid, you're fine." His gentle voice and face were gradually cleared and cleared in her gradually recovering hearing and vision.

It was a face with tall and straight features and full of heroism; there was a pair of deep and clear eyes, in which there was a calm indifference, and occasionally there was a moment of tenderness, which made her fix her eyes for a moment.

"Who... are you?" She wriggled her lips and squeezed out a voice from the depths of her throat, but her throat seemed to be a dry desert, and when she pulled it a little, it was so painful that it was about to crack open, causing her to sting. He raised his eyebrows tightly.

"The girl has serious internal and external injuries, so don't waste your energy." The man got up from the bed and walked away for a while. She was about to be puzzled, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of him in sea blue, approaching, holding Holding a wooden bowl, he said nothing, just dragged her with one hand where there was no wound on her back, and slowly helped her up from the bed, only then did she see that there was clean water in the wooden bowl in his hand.

"The girl hasn't eaten or watered for several days, so her throat is thirsty and cracked." He explained softly, bringing the bowl close to her lips, tilting it slightly so that she could drink it effortlessly without touching the wound on her body. .

When she sat up, she saw her red brocade dress, which was torn and tattered, but it was still red, and she smiled sadly after looking at it.

She bulged her cheeks and sipped the water in the wooden bowl one mouthful at a time, until the water in the bowl was completely empty for her. He was about to put her down so that she could lie down and rest. But suddenly she stretched out both hands to grab her arm, unwilling to lie down, but she moved rashly for a moment, but it also affected the injury on the shoulder and back, and she wrinkled her face that should have been beautiful in pain—now, the melon-like face There are large and small scratches and scuff marks on it, one red and one purple, which are shocking.

"Can you tell me, who are you?" There was inexplicable determination on her scarred face.

"Young lady and I just met by chance." He said softly, tactfully refusing, "Young lady is seriously injured, the most urgent thing is to take care of her wounds, if there is anything I can help you with, please feel free to speak up."

"I don't even know who the person who saved my life is?" She still held his arm tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.

"I just don't want to let her die, I don't want to leave a name to ask for favor." He wanted to pull her hand away, but he didn't dare to use force, fearing that it would hurt her wound, but she hugged her so tightly that he could hold her hand gently. His actions couldn't shake her in the slightest.He frowned and sighed softly: "Girl, why are you doing this?"

Why not?She just wanted to remember that this person had a voice as gentle as ocean waves.

"If you are so repulsive, my lord, why do you want to save me?" She frowned, in the pain all over her body, she couldn't figure it out, but she didn't want to let go.

"I'll tell you, I can't just ignore it." He lowered his eyes, afraid of hurting her wound, so he didn't want to push her away, so he let her hold her.

"But do you know? I want to die, and I don't want anyone to save me." Her voice broke suddenly, desolately, as if accusing him of meddling in his own business.

The man was crazy, paranoid.If he knew that he was still alive, he would definitely not let him go. In the end, she would either die at his hands or at his own hands.

"Since I made a mistake in the rescue, maybe God wants the girl to live. I will do my best for the girl's injury." Seeing that she let go of his hand a little, he took a medical pad and put it behind her waist, letting her sit back. Finally, He said lightly: "...My surname is Duan, this is the only thing I can tell you."

Xu Shi felt a little guilty, Xu Shi made a decision in his heart, and he relaxed a little.

"You said, I met you by chance, so why did you pay so much attention to my injury?" Before he turned and walked away, she asked, only to see his footsteps paused, slightly turned sideways Half of his face turned cold for a moment, and there was a bit of ruthless sharpness:

"Because, I want you to leave as soon as you recover from your injury; the sooner, the better."

After finishing speaking, he walked away, but heard behind him, a woman who didn't know how many wounds she was going to hurt, yelled with all her strength:

"Young Master Duan, remember—my name is Bie Haiyue."

Suddenly, he paused.