Chapter 16: Wanting to Get Closer to You

  "Shut up." Her sobbing voice irritated him, and Leng Qing squatted down to lift her arm, looking at the gruesome wound on it. He covered his hand over it, and a faint green glow condensed in his palm, gradually expanding into a circle of light that enveloped Beigong Rou's wound.

  Gazing intently at the pale and delicate face of Leng Qing, Beigong Wuxin calmed down, feeling a warmth spreading through her arm and throughout her body. The bleeding stopped, and the pain eased significantly.

  Feeling about right, Leng Qingchen withdrew his hand.

  He directly tore off Bei Gong Ruo Ning's blood-stained sleeve and simply bandaged her wound before standing up.

  He took two steps forward and stopped, taking off his own jacket and throwing it over.

  "How long do you want to sit on the ground, let's go." Due to Bei Gong Rou Ning turning her back, she couldn't see Leng Qing Chen's expression at this moment, but from his tone, she could vaguely sense his awkwardness.

  With a faint smile, she quickly put on her clothes and got up from the ground. Beigong Ruocheng returned to her usual silly self, using her uninjured hand to hold onto Leng Qingchen's arm, happily saying: "Let's go."

  "Get away from me." He pried open her hands, and Leng Qing's just-relaxed eyebrows furrowed again, but he had underestimated Beigong Ruochi's sticky persistence.

  Being pushed away is nothing, just go back again; being scolded is nothing, anyway she's already used to it.

  It's worth it as long as I can get a little closer to him.

  Too lazy to fight with her again, Leng Qingchen let her pull him along. This forest was full of unknown dangers, and he couldn't abandon her, so he endured it for the time being.

  Two people walked silently on the forest path, Beigong Ruocheng leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling the rare harmony between them.

  If time could stand still at this moment, how wonderful it would be.

  Suddenly, the people around him stopped in their tracks, breaking the atmosphere at that moment because of his solemn expression.

  "What's wrong?" He looked up and met his serious expression, Beigong Ruocheng also became serious, anxiously asking.

  He didn't answer Beigong Ruocheng's question, Leng Qingchen brushed off her hand and took two more steps forward. He raised his hand, and with a thought in his mind, a cluster of orange flames appeared in his palm, jumping and dancing as if they had life.