The sky is blocked out in the valley, and Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er have hardly seen the sun since they arrived here. They can't tell the difference between day and night, and they don't know what night it is.

Wei Xicai had been following the weird old man out for a while, and Wan Mo Luo fell into a deep sleep again.

Qiao Runzhi asked Dan'er to take a rest first. The energy consumed in the past few days was huge. Dan'er was the weakest among them, and he could no longer hold on for a long time.

Now this is the end of the battle, and Qiao Runzhi doesn't want to watch the people around him fall one after another.

Seeing Dan'er's breathing gradually becoming even on the straw mat, he turned his head and walked to Wan Mo Luo's bedside.

She was now wearing a simple inner garment. The previous clothes on Mara's body were already in disrepair due to being eaten by poisonous insects, and they no longer knew where they had been thrown.

Now all she has on her body are her own clothes that the weird old man reluctantly took out.

Qiao Runzhi covered Mo Luo with the quilt and looked at her body that was riddled with holes. The hands that once supported the family were now covered with horrific wormholes that had been bitten and eroded by poisonous insects.

He held Mara's hand, and without saying a word, tears fell silently.

Qiao Runzhi has never been a fragile person. Even when he lived such a hard and difficult life with Wanmoluo, he never shed a tear.

But once he faced her, Qiao Runzhi couldn't control his emotions.

Just like now, they gritted their teeth and persisted until today, and finally pulled her back from the gate of hell.

Qiao Runzhi picked up Wan Moluo's riddled hand and put it gently on his face. Tears fell down his thin cheeks and he choked silently.

Even the current situation is achieved through Wanmoluo's hard work.

If the wife hadn't woken up in time, they would have had no chance to escape from Lingwei Villa. They could only watch the wife die and Wei Xicai be forced to marry that black-hearted person.

Even their own life and death cannot be decided....

Why, why are they so weak and useless...

Qiao Runzhi's heart was filled with mixed emotions, joy, regret, fear and pain, and he gradually woke up from the numbness of running away in a hurry.

He didn't understand why, he loved her but couldn't do anything useful for her.

There is no way to protect her, there is no way to rely on your own abilities, or even just to protect yourself...

If only...if only I could be stronger...

Qiao Runzhi thought awkwardly in his heart, and a wave of hatred surged out of his heart - it was the hatred for this incompetent and cowardly self.

In the mist of Wanmoluo, he felt as if he had fallen into darkness again, but this time it was different from the previous feeling of powerlessness.

She gradually felt the presence of her body, as if she was falling into a deep sleep.

She could vaguely feel that her body was gradually getting warmer, and it was no longer the biting cold.

Along with the physical pain, comes the gradual recovery of the five senses.

Wanmoluo's consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes blurry, and he felt that his right hand seemed to be wet.

There seemed to be something warm and moist sticking to her palm, and she subconsciously moved her fingers.

The index finger of the hand that was sticking to Qiao Runzhi's face moved slightly, as slightly as an insect's tentacles, but enough for Qiao Runzhi to feel it.

He looked at Mo Luo with some surprise. Her eyes were wrapped in cloth and she opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"The wife's wife..."

Qiao Runzhi was not sure whether she was awake or not, but the two words that came to her lips eventually turned into breathy sounds and disappeared from her lips.

But Wan Mo Luo seemed to have heard it.

Because Qiao Runzhi saw her other hand stretched out with difficulty, trying to touch herself in the air.

Qiao Runzhi took Wanmoluo's hand in the air with some trembling, and held her two hands in his palms.

But Wan Mo Luo seemed to have her own ideas, and she gently tried to break away. Qiao Runzhi immediately stopped her strength after realizing this.

"Master Wife, what are you going to do?"

After confirming that Wan Mo Luo had woken up, he asked.

But Wanmoluo didn't speak. Her throat was very sore, a burning pain accompanied by bitterness, and she could only speak one or two words with all her strength.

Just stop talking.

Qiao Runzhi's voice sounded to her like it was wrapped in ancient leather, distant and muffled.

Following his voice, Mara felt his lips.

Those slightly cool lips are familiar contours.

But she didn't stop, and followed his lips all the way up, past the high bridge of his nose, to his brows, and finally down to his cheeks.

This is the wet place where her right hand was pressed when she was unconscious.

Qiao Runzhi, crying.

"Don't... cry..."

Wan Moluo's hoarse voice sounded, and to his ears, it sounded like the most touching love words in the world.

Qiao Runzhi swore that he really wanted to listen to his wife's words and stop crying. It was the tears that had their own thoughts and surged out again uncontrollably.

Mara only felt that the liquid fell down like broken beads, and her hands were trembling due to being held up for a long time.

"I'm sorry...."

The words of apology blurted out, and Qiao Runzhi couldn't help sobbing anymore.

If he hadn't been so useless, things might not be like this at all.

At this moment, he resented himself so much that he was just a man and a powerless person.

Mo Luo couldn't see Qiao Runzhi's appearance, and the only thing he could briefly feel was his moist cheeks.

She wanted to say a few more words to comfort him, but she couldn't say anything due to her physical condition.

Even the darkness gradually enveloped him, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

When the weird old man came back with Wei Xicai, everything was back to how it was before.

No Wan Mo Luo ever woke up, no Qiao Runzhi collapsed.

Everything that has happened here, those who have not experienced it will never know what happened.

Dan'er's sleep was undisturbed, and she slept in darkness. When she woke up, it was already the evening of the next day.

He was so tired that when he woke up, he felt sore all over his body, as if he had been beaten.

Qiao Runzhi and Wei Xicai were sleeping next to him. The weird old man didn't know where he had gone, and Wan Moluo was still lying quietly on the bed.

Dan'er stood up and moved his numb body. Before he could go up to check on his wife's condition, the strange old man walked in from the door.

Seeing that he was awake, the weird old man pointed to the medicine jar on the fire and said:

"Now that she's awake, feed her this medicine."

After saying that, he returned to the place where he was pounding the medicine, slowly and hard, pounding the newly brought medicine into mud.

Dan'er responded, took the potion jar off the fire, opened it and poured it into a broken bowl. The brown-yellow potion was steaming, and the strong herbal smell spread throughout the small room.

He patiently let the bowl of medicine dry for a while, blew on it, and tested it with his fingertips a few times until the temperature dropped before bringing it to the bed.

He lifted Wanmoluo up and leaned on his chest, picked up the medicine bowl and wanted to feed it.

At this time, after a day and a night, Wanmoluo's senses have recovered a lot, but he still can't see anything except his eyes.

When Dan'er touched her, she had gradually woken up. Although she was not as alert as before, she could still feel it.

Dan'er was a little surprised to see his wife taking the initiative in his arms, but he was also afraid that the soup in his hand would spill out, so he quickly put down the soup, propped up the pillow behind Wanmoluo, and let her lean on the bed.

"How do you feel, Wife?"

Mo Luo recognized that it was Dan'er who asked him, so he nodded, his voice still hoarse:

"...it's...ok"

"Yes, it's much faster than I expected."

Just when Dan'er was about to turn around and take the bowl of medicine, the strange old man's voice came from behind.

Mara didn't know the existence of this person since she woke up. Now she heard a different voice. She tilted her head and asked:

"Who are you?"

"The wife..."

Upon hearing Wan Moluo's inquiry, Dan'er quickly told what happened during this period.

From the time they escaped from Lingwei Villa to the weird old man they met when they entered the Lost Valley, until the current situation.

Qiao Runzhi and Wei Xicai woke up at some point and sat there quietly listening to Dan'er's story.

It wasn't until Dan'er finished telling everything that Wan Mo Luo nodded and said:

"That's it."

After saying that, she supported her body and moved off the bed. Dan'er saw that she was trying to get off the bed and quickly supported Wanmoluo.

"Old man..."
To be continued...