Zhang Hanju spat a few times, and the choking sensation made her cough. However, she still tried her best to save him and gave him artificial respiration.
"Shen Tianhuan, wake up!"
She heard his heartbeat getting weaker and weaker, and his body getting colder and colder. He was still lying on the snow, and his wounds had turned white from the river water.
When she was young, she and Zhang Ziyang had completely opposite temperaments. He was a boy but liked to play with Barbie dolls. But when she saw that Barbie's clothes were prettier than hers, she dismantled the joints of the Barbie doll, leaving the whole family without a complete doll.
He lay there, reminding her inexplicably of those Barbie dolls she had destroyed, but he was not dead, he was breathing.
By the way, as long as you're still breathing.
Zhang Hanju looked up and did not see Yang Jiajia and Shao Ze ambushing there.
In the dark night, everything around him seemed so dangerous, and the shadows of the trees were like ghosts. Everything was so false, only he was real.
Zhang Hanju carried him on his back and walked towards the tree house.
After taking a few steps, she ran into a savage with his head tilted. He was shot in the heart. His face was gray and his eyes were black. The dead man got up and ran into her. It was ridiculous, but she no longer felt afraid.
I thought I would have to fight hard to get rid of him, but he walked around her and left her, as if she was not what he was looking for.
Zhang Hanju carried him all the way back to the tree house, lit the fire, and raised the deerskin door to block the cold wind. She was so cold that her hair was numb, and her ears and fingers could no longer feel her presence.
The palm was still on Shen Tianhuan's heart, and there was still a heartbeat, but he was unconscious.
His whole body was cold and he dragged him beside the fire. Zhang Hanju was worried that he would become a barbecue if he got too close.
She warmed her hands and her body gradually became warmer.
After walking to him and taking off his clothes and animal skin to keep out the cold, Zhang Hanju thought that for this reason, it was not too much for her to do so.
She also took off her clothes, naked and candid. The firelight reflected her face, and the reflection of half of her face hung on him, as if some kind of brand passed through the skin and was silently carved into his bones.
There was a cold wind outside the tree house. She wrapped herself and Shen Tianhuan in animal skins, letting Shen Tianhuan's chest press against hers, and gently rubbed his body with her warm hands, but she had no idea what herbs could make his arms better. Get up and just resign yourself to fate.
Resign yourself to fate?
Zhang Hanju couldn't help but say that he was stupid, this was not a place to leave things to chance.
She opened the contact screen and was not connected the first time.
The second time she only chose voice mode.
The connection is successful, which is faster than live projection.
Opposite was Zhong Xingfeng's voice. This was the first time in a game that she could only hear his voice but not see his face.
"What's wrong? Did you find anything new?"
People are really strange. Every time she talked to him before, whether good or bad, catering or refuting, she would leave room. She was both afraid of him and respected him, and there was always a hint of flattery. All in all, he was both in love and afraid, and this feeling never disappeared even after he got married.
At this moment, those previously inexplicable feelings no longer weighed on her heart.
She knew this might be letting go.
The Sunrise Game taught her a lot, but the most important thing was to let go. Only now did she understand that this game was not about venting desires that could not be exposed in reality, but about finding another self.
"Please help me take a look at Shen Tianhuan's attributes and physical signs. The wind and snow are raging outside, and now our body temperature is even lower."
Zhong Xingfeng paused for a moment without speaking.
She heard a slight sigh.
After a moment, Zhong Xingfeng said, "He won't die yet."
"That's good. You should be able to recover, right?"
"The third round is not over. I can't adjust his status and can only rely on his automatic derivation code."
Zhang Hanju felt relieved that he would not die. She hugged him tighter and felt that there seemed to be some heat on his body.
Just as the meeting was about to end, Zhong Xingfeng across from her suddenly asked her, "Would you like something to drink?"
"What?" If she had said this in a bar, she would have thought he was conveying his goodwill. If it had been in a milk tea shop, she would have thought that her boss, a ruthless capitalist, was showing kindness, but it would be strange to ask her now.
"Bar, have a drink to warm yourself up," she said.
Not long after she finished speaking, two or three minutes later, a cup appeared in her hand - rose strawberry nut oatmeal, soaked in hot milk.
"Hey, I want wine."
"Be careful lately, especially those who have come back from the dead."
"What?" She hadn't heard clearly yet.
Zhong Xingfeng has cut off contact.
However, why did he know that she likes to use hot milk to make rose strawberry nut oatmeal? It is troublesome to wash the cup, and she has never drank it in the company.
It was probably An Shuang who said it, and he heard it at some point.
Could it be that Zhong Xingfeng also treated her...forget it, she was stunned by the cold.
Picking up the cup of hot milk, he wanted to feed it to Shen Tianhuan, but he couldn't drink it even when the cup was placed close to his lips.
Zhang Hanju took a few sips, and the rich milky aroma made her feel sleepy.
She gathered some energy, leaned Shen Tianhuan to one side, took a small sip, and tried to feed him a mouthful with her lips.
Drowsily, she hugged him and fell asleep.
That night, she had a long, sweet dream.
At first she didn't know it was a dream and thought it was real. How many people can tell the difference between dreams and reality? She is no exception.
She dreamed of a man walking side by side with her, walking slowly home on a rainy evening.
He saw her staring at the fish, so he bought one, said he would cook it for her to eat at night, and asked her if she preferred braised or steamed.
Zhang Hanju held his hand tightly, smiling and holding his arm.
The rain stopped and they returned home. She put away her umbrella and saw the gentle eyes of the person next to her, it was Shen Tianhuan.
"What's wrong? If you don't go in, what are you going to do to see me?"
Zhang Hanju was standing on the steps, and he was standing by the flower bed. She leaned over and kissed him, "I like to look at you, do you care?"
He smiled and avoided it, "Then I don't want you to kiss me."
She turned around and closed the door, "Okay, then you don't want to enter the house either."
One, two, three, open the door again.
There was already another person in front of him.
"Is it you?" Zhang Hanju was surprised.
"Even if you don't want me, you still have to want the fish, right?" Zhong Xingfeng handed her the vegetables he bought, "There is no vinegar at home. I forgot about it just now. I will go outside to buy some."
Zhang Hanju was confused and rushed into the rain, "What's going on?"
In the blink of an eye, she was already at a wedding, with the sea breeze blowing her veil. She held the bouquet high and smiled so happily, revealing her not-so-pretty tiger teeth.
Someone asked her, "Miss Zhang Hanju, are you willing to be Zhong Xingfeng's wife, love him forever, and never forget this love?"
"I wish...I..." She suddenly understood that this was a dream. She would never marry Zhong Xingfeng. This man already had a beloved, a woman who would never give up loving him in this life. Only then did they It's a couple.
"Aren't you willing?" Zhong Xingfeng's eyes were sad.
He held her wrist, "Why don't you want to? I gave up everything for you, but you don't want to. Why? Tell me!"
"I love Shen Tianhuan."
Those hands, which were so tightly bound, instantly relaxed, letting her go free.
She didn't want to hold the torch against the wind. If she could be a turtle wallowing in the mire, what would be wrong with her.
So the person next to him became Shen Tianhuan. The person just now was sitting among relatives and friends, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, which made his skin even whiter.
Shen Tianhuan took her hand and said, "Will you marry me?"
She no longer focused on other people and looked at the person in front of her wholeheartedly, "Yes, I do."
"Do you love me?"
she mused.
"You do not love me?"
"No, I just need to think, I need to be cautious."
"Okay, you think about it, I'll think about it with you slowly."
"alright."
"What's better?"
She said, "I have thought about loving you."
So the two kissed sweetly and carefully at the wedding, committing themselves to a lifetime, just like all brides and grooms do.
"Actually, this is just a dream." Shen Tianhuan said regretfully.
"Huh?" He actually knew it in the dream, and he knew it better than she did.
Zhang Hanju interlocked with his fingers, "Dreams are not necessarily false, and reality is not necessarily true. What do you think?"
Shen Tianhuan looked at the bride beside him, his eyes as soft as a pool of water.
"Please put rings on each other."
Someone handed the ring box to them. Zhang Hanju took the ring from Zhong Xingfeng and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said.
It was as if he had only had the most superficial friendship with her, just saying hello when they met.
Zhang Hanju put on the ring for Shen Tianhuan. The ring looked familiar.
She got closer and was trying to see clearly, when she suddenly woke up from her dream.
This is embarrassing.
She took off her clothes and lay on Shen Tianhuan's side, with her hands still on his waist. The two of them wrapped a piece of animal skin to keep warm, and each could feel the other's body temperature.
Zhang Hanju looked at him quietly, not knowing what to say to explain this situation.
