To The Lovely You

   He was injured to protect her... Now she is unscathed, but his hands are covered with scars.

   Her tears fell on Luo Yichen's wound drop by drop, diluting the viscous blood and the pain of his wound.

   He suddenly felt that being injured was also a very happy thing, because he could see that she was worried and sad for herself, and he could feel that she cared about him...

   "Idiot, don't cry. It's just a minor injury, just go back and apply some potions." He gently patted her on the back and whispered soothingly,

   Looking at the smile that the corner of his mouth was barely holding up, Su Rourou's tears couldn't stop, she cried so hard that she wet the chest of Luo Yichen's t-shirt.

   While crying, she tore off the bottom end of her skirt and wrapped it around Luo Yichen's injured hand...

   Looking at her focused appearance, Luo Yichen's smile gradually bloomed, brighter than the flowers blooming in the valley.

  The valley was silent, as if time had stopped, except for the whirring of the wind.

   He just lay in the green waves, staring at her, listening to the wind quietly.

   There seems to be a heartbeat in the wind...

   After an unknown amount of time, Luo Yichen's cell phone rang. The phone ringing echoed in the empty valley...

   It turned out that Li Tianwei and the others couldn't wait for them to come back for a long time, worried that something happened to them.

   "Let's go! Let's go back quickly, everyone is worried about us." Luo Yichen sat up and extended his hand to Su Rourou.

  Su Rourou looked at the pair of big hands wrapped in pink gauze in front of her, and slowly stretched out her hand...

   Feeling the softness of his palm, Luo Yichen squeezed hard and firmly grasped her hand.

   A gust of wind blew through, and a green wave that was higher than a while was raised under his feet. And his heart at the moment, like this huge wave, is surging.

  Su Rourou lowered her eyes. For the first time in her life, she dared not look into Luo Yichen's eyes. Those eyes are like the black holes of the universe, which can firmly attract everything.

  The corners of Luo Yichen's lips curved, and he took her hand and walked up the steep grassy **** one step at a time.

  The sunlight stretched their figures, and the tightly clasped hands connected the figures of the two of them together.

  Su Rourou followed his pace slowly, and suddenly thought of a very old, very old song...

   "No wind and rain can escape,

   There is no ups and downs, no need to go,

   So hold your hand with peace of mind,

   Don't think about whether to turn back.

  …”

  Yes, holding Luo Yichen's hand made her feel at ease, because they once walked through a long childhood together...

   When we approached the top of the slope, it was almost noon, and the sun was scorching the earth.

   Being lit by the dazzling sunlight, Su Rou Rou's brain gradually woke up. She shook her head vigorously. God, she must have broken her brain, right? Or was it because the scene just now was too romantic, which made her feel affectionate towards Luo Yichen again?

  Luo Yichen has gently let go of her hand, and squatted down facing her again: "Come up, I'll carry you!"

  Su Rourou's gaze fell on the gauze in his palm, and shook her head: "It's fine, I can go. You... are all injured, and the scars will split again with a little force."

   "I'm fine, come up quickly!" Luo Yichen insisted.

   "No!" Su Rourou insisted even more.

  Luo Yichen turned his head slightly, raised his eyebrows at her, with ambiguous emotions flashing in his eyes: "Give you two choices, one is to let me carry you, the other is to let me... hug you..."

  Su Rourou's body trembled slightly, and climbed onto his broad back very numbly.

  Luo Yichen chuckled softly, then stood up slowly and walked back to the direction of the stream.