She furrowed her brows, âThird Brother, just talk, please donât move. If I fall while carrying youâ¦â
No response. She knew, he really did faint this time.
He was as still as a corpse, she didnât want to talk with him, he was grumbling and mumbling. Whenever she tried to talk to him, he would faint.
It was as if she owed him money in her past life.
But wait, her last life was in modern times, she did not know in which life she landed in this debt.
As the rain poured heavily, her eyes were wet and she couldnât see the road clearly. Carrying him on her back, she stepped haphazardly as she moved down the mountain.
The muddy mountain road was very slippery, a few times she nearly fell with him on her back.
She couldnât help cursing Xiao Yuchuan again in her mind.
Damn it, he was half-paralyzed from poisoning and still came out to find her! Who had allowed him to leave?
However, she found herself unable to be angry at him.
Falling a few steps short of the bottom of the mountain, she was at her wits end carrying the heavy Third Brother.
The heavy rain made it impossible to see the road clearly.
Su Qingyue, who had been close to falling several times, finally stumbled and fell.
She rolled down with Xiao Yuchuan on her back until they reached the bottom of the mountain and finally stopped.
Luckily, they only rolled a few steps before reaching the flat ground, hence both of them were uninjured.
Su Qingyue tried to stand up, but found Xiao Yuchuan had a tight grip on her neck, preventing her from doing so. She angrily pinched his leg hard, âLet go.â The pinch caused him immense pain, and he opened his eyes in a daze, âWife, have we reached home?â
âYour head!â She pried open his arm, âHurry up and let go of my neck, youâre choking me! â
âOh.â He weakly released his grasp.
Perhaps the heavens took pity on them, and the rain finally stopped.
She got up, and helped him up, âGet upâ¦â
âI donât have the strength,â he replied weakly.
âYet youâre still able to talk so loudly?â
âI really donât have the strengthâ¦.â He said weakly, with his eyes slightly closed, âWife⦠can you carry meâ¦â
âAre you trying to kill me? Iâm already exhausted, and yet you still want me to carry you. Youâre even heavier than a full-grown pig!â She complained.
âI promise that Iâll carry you back some other dayâ¦â As he said this, his body tilted, and he weakly collapsed onto her.
âWho needs you to carry me!â she rebutted angrily, still holding him up, letting him lean on her while leading him home. He murmured as though he was wronged, âWife, I want to carryâ¦â
âIf you call me again Iâll dump you!â
âIâm not a dog, you canât just throw me awayâ¦â
She threw him aside anyway.
As soon as he lost her support, he crashed onto the ground.
Luckily, he fell into a mud pit and didnât appear to be injured.
âMake your way back home by yourself.â Su Qingyue walked ahead without him.
She didnât hear him make a sound, nor did she hear him complain about any She couldnât help but to look back, and saw that his head had tragically sunk into the mud pit.
With his head submerged in the mud mixed with water, he wouldnât be able to breathe properly.
âThird Brother!â She ran back anxiously and pulled him out of the mud pit, preparing to pull out her embroidered handkerchief to wipe his faceâ¦
Only then she realized..
She carried a few copper coins with her, but she never used embroidered handkerchiefs typically carried by virtuous ancient women.
With no choice, she had to use her sleeve to wipe his face vigorously; the left sleeve was used to wipe his face, and was now covered with mud.
Then, she used her right sleeve to clean his nostrils. Seeing that there was mud in his nostrils, and afraid that he couldnât breathe, she prepared to do something disgusting â pick his noseâ¦
If she didnât remove the mud, he would suffocate.
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