The mountain wind brushed past, lifting the strands of Lan Xiaodie's hair. Shi Feiyang raised his hand to tuck them behind her ear, his fingertips touching her fevered cheek.
Lan Xiaodie trembled all over, suddenly grabbing his wrist, then hurriedly letting go, her hands twisting a handkerchief: "Brother Shi, I... I've made a new antidote." She took out a jade box from her bosom, the surface engraved with twin lotuses, "The Nine-Turns Clear Poison Pill can cure any poison. Keep it with you, and make sure to use it if you face danger..." "Xiaodie," Shi Feiyang suddenly held her cold hand, "from now on, let me protect you." His voice was low and unwavering, like a stone in the mountain stream.
Lan Xiaodie jerked her head up, her eyes instantly moist, tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto their joined hands.
As dusk deepened, the evening breeze of Miaojiang carried the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine, gently entwining the figures of the two leaning on each other.
