Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Chapter 222 Holding it in hurts, but taking it out hurts even more.

After briefly explaining her thoughts, Shen Feiwan added, "However, we'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to see the specifics. Right now, I'm completely out of the loop; this is just a preliminary plan."

Bo Junxing pressed the back of his head a little deeper into the rock wall. "That's fine then. I'm a little dizzy. If I don't wake up tomorrow, wake me up."

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed the blanket next to him and threw it at Shen Feiwan.

Shen Feiwan looked down at the blanket on her lap, then looked up at Bo Junxing, who had already closed his eyes.

“What is this?” she clutched the blanket. “Is this your love for me? You need this blanket more than I do right now, you shouldn’t give it to me. I don’t need it.”

“Yes,” Bo Junxing frowned slightly, “I forgot that I don’t need your love, so give me back the blanket.”

He didn't want to either, but his hands were faster than his brain just now, what could he do?

He felt that this was all due to excessive blood loss and insufficient blood supply to the brain today; otherwise, he would never have done something so thoughtless.

Silence spread through the cave, broken only by the occasional crackling of firewood.

But Bo Junxing was unconvinced. After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes again and asked, "Haven't you ever loved anyone, Shen Feiwan?"

Shen Feiwan paused, poking at the fire. "You're still awake?"

Answer me, and I'll go to sleep.

Shen Feiwan released the fire poker and stared unfocusedly into the depths of the flames.

"When I was a teenager, I liked someone. Could that be considered love? I don't know. Anyway, I thought it was."

As she spoke, she suddenly chuckled softly, "But now I just feel like it was all a moment of impulsiveness."

Bo Junxing saw that her eyes were wandering, as if she was lost in memories of the past without him, and his chest suddenly began to feel a dull pain.

Shen Feiwan continued, "But back then, that person didn't like me, even after pursuing me for many years. That's why I say love isn't something that happens easily, right? Because if it were that easy, how could that person not love me?"

Bo Junxing abruptly closed his eyes, feeling as if his heart beneath the wound was being gripped by an invisible hand.

He recalled Shen Feiwan's ruthless, cold, and disdainful attitude towards him; it turned out that she had once so humbly begged for someone else's love.

He thought he was starting to feel jealous.

"Who is that person?" he heard his own hoarse voice ask.

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "It's none of your business. Besides, I don't want anything to do with him. You're the one who insisted on asking, otherwise I wouldn't have brought it up."

She stretched her stiff neck. "You go to sleep. I'll take a nap too."

Shen Feiwan actually couldn't sleep.

The flames flickered in her dark pupils, reflecting a bottomless worry.

She was thinking about tomorrow's plans.

This is actually a very dangerous thing; it's either you or me, and it could very well cost the life of Bo Junxing, an innocent bystander.

Thinking about these things, she would worry so much that she couldn't sleep.

The wind intensified in the latter half of the night, and Shen Feiwan felt the temperature drop even further.

Bo Junxing, who was asleep, began to toss and turn restlessly, and occasionally a few indistinct murmurs escaped from his dry lips.

As Shen Feiwan leaned closer, her wrist was suddenly gripped by his burning hot palm.

He eventually developed a fever.

His body was burning hot, but he kept saying he was cold.

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, and his eyelashes trembled slightly from the high fever.

Shen Feiwan sighed, gently pried open his burning fingers, then placed his head on her shoulder and pulled him into her arms.

Bo Junxing immediately wrapped his arms around her waist as if grabbing a piece of driftwood, pressing his burning cheeks against her neck.

Shen Feiwan was held very tightly and could hardly move, but while she was restrained, she also gained a large heater.

As dawn broke, Shen Feiwan quietly withdrew.

She stretched her stiff shoulders and neck, and reached out to touch Bo Junxing's sweaty forehead. His fever hadn't subsided, but at least he wasn't talking nonsense anymore.

She added a few dry twigs to the dying fire and ate half a compressed biscuit as the sky gradually brightened.

After finishing her meal, she got up to survey the surrounding terrain.

When she returned, Bo Junxing had already woken up.

He was rummaging through the items in his backpack.

"What are you looking for?" Shen Feiwan quickly stepped forward and asked him.

Bo Junxing raised his reddened eyes and uttered a hoarse syllable, "Medicine."

His voice sounded like it had been sanded, and after he finished speaking, he turned his head and coughed a few times.

Shen Feiwan then noticed his flushed cheeks and chapped lips.

It seems the high fever has returned.

She deftly pulled a small box from the side pocket of her backpack. "I checked last night, there's no fever reducer here. You should take some anti-inflammatory medicine instead."

She paused, then took out a can from her backpack, opened it, and handed it to Bo Junxing.

"Eat something before you take your medicine."

Bo Junxing glanced at Shen Feiwan, then awkwardly reached out and took it.

Shen Feiwan stared at his left hand, which was always hanging by his side, and then realized that she could only use her right hand now.

“I forgot to ask you,” she pointed, “where did you hurt your left hand?”

Bo Junxing sat down, placed the can on his lap, scooped up a piece with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and said, "Forget it."

"What do you mean, let it go?" Shen Feiwan didn't quite understand.

"You don't care whether I'm in pain or not anyway." Bo Junxing chewed with his head down, wisps of hair falling down to cover his eyes. "Anyway, my left hand is useless. What do you need to know exactly which bone is hurting?"

“…Okay.” Shen Feiwan looked away.

She felt that this was fine. Bo Junxing didn't ask her to feed him, and he no longer forced a close relationship. It was good that they gradually drifted apart.

It was actually quite inconvenient for Bo Junxing to eat canned food like this. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Shen Feiwan—the woman was munching on a biscuit, staring blankly into the distance, not paying any attention to him at all.

His knuckles, which were gripping the spoon, turned slightly white. He thought to himself that when a woman doesn't love someone, she's even stingy with her peripheral vision.

She can't see anything, so why can't she take the initiative to help him?

This annoyed him, and he finished the canned food in just a few bites.

After finishing his meal, he deliberately threw the empty can on the ground.

Hearing the noise, Shen Feiwan snapped back to reality.

"Have you finished eating?" Her eyes refocused, as if she had just noticed his presence. "Then let me tell you about my discovery."

"Actually, this cliff isn't as steep as we imagined when we were up there. The two assassins will also realize this at daybreak, and they won't even need any tools to slide down. So we don't have much time left."

She paused, then her voice turned serious. "If they live, as long as they live, my life will be in danger. Do you understand what I mean?"

Bo Junxing raised an eyebrow slightly. He naturally understood the principle that it was either you die or I live.

He looked at Shen Feiwan and said, "You're quite bold."

Shen Feiwan frowned. "I have no choice. That's just how the outside world is. If others are ruthless, I can't just sit and wait to die."

Have you done this before?

“I haven’t, but I’ve experienced it. I’ve made a few very experienced foreign friends and seen a lot.” She looked into the distance. “Some places abroad are still too chaotic.”

Bo Junxing grunted in agreement and kicked the canned food jar into the fire. "Then let's proceed as planned."

The flames suddenly shot up, illuminating Shen Feiwan and his cold, handsome profile.

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Two dark figures slid swiftly down the cliff top, snow falling in a flurry.

"Behind the rock!" one of them suddenly shouted. "I see the backpack!"

The two immediately ran towards the large rock.

Just then, a figure flashed through the snow-covered forest on the opposite side of the large rock, making quite a commotion.

The lead assassin immediately made a decision, "Split up! You go over there."

One of the assassins rushed towards the back of the rocks.

He saw a backpack and a corner of clothing next to the rock.

As he approached, he saw a figure wrapped in a coat huddled on the snow behind the rocks.

He couldn't tell if the voice was from the woman he was supposed to hunt down.

However, he was ruthless and didn't care who it was; he fired a shot without hesitation.

However, no sooner had the gunshots fallen than a dark figure leaped down from the top of the rock!

Shen Feiwan came straight at him with a dagger in hand. She had been hiding in the snow on the top of the rock, waiting for her chance to strike.

Seeing her descend from the sky with a weapon in her hand, the assassin hastily raised his hand to block, and in the chaos, his pistol flew out of his hand.

Shen Feiwan hadn't expected that this jump would disarm him so easily. After landing, she immediately swept her leg, kicking the slipping pistol even further away.

She gripped the dagger in reverse, the blade aimed straight for the assassin's throat. The assassin dodged to the side, the dagger only slicing through his collar.

"You're asking for death!" the assassin roared, grabbing Shen Feiwan's wrist as she held the knife. The two rolled and wrestled in the snow, kicking up a cloud of snow.

The assassin suddenly delivered an elbow strike, and Shen Feiwan let out a muffled groan as the dagger slipped from her hand.

The assassin caught the dagger with lightning speed and stabbed at Shen Feiwan with a backhand.

She barely managed to dodge, but her left arm was slashed open, drawing blood. The assassin seized the opportunity to push her to the ground, pressing the blade against her slender neck.

"It's over, your head is mine!" The assassin pressed down on Shen Feiwan, grinning maliciously as he increased the pressure on her.

At the critical moment, Shen Feiwan suddenly bent her knee and thrust it hard into his vulnerable area between his legs.

Taking advantage of the assassin's pain and distraction, she gripped his knife-wielding hand tightly with both hands and used the force to slash the dagger across his throat!

Warm blood splattered on Shen Feiwan's face.

She collapsed onto the snow like a deflated balloon.

Only now did she dare to breathe freely, her chest heaving violently and her heart pounding like a drum.

She lay on the snow with her eyes closed, completely exhausted, without even the strength to lift a finger.

But she knew it wasn't time to lie down yet.

No matter how tired she was, she had to get up because another assassin had gone after Bo Junxing.

Her plan was to take them down one by one, which is why she and Bo Junxing separated earlier. Although Bo Junxing wasn't the assassin's target, that didn't mean he was safe.

She gritted her teeth and propped herself up, the wound on her left arm burning with pain.

Staggering toward the pistol she had kicked away, she had just bent down to pick it up when two gunshots rang out from afar.

Shen Feiwan froze.

The hand that hadn't trembled during the life-or-death struggle just now almost couldn't grip the gun handle.

She didn't know if it was because she had inhaled too much cold air when she was breathing heavily, but now she felt a stinging pain when she breathed. After hearing the gunshot, the air she inhaled felt like ice picks piercing her chest.

She took off running, her boots crunching rapidly in the snow.

In a snow pit not far away, two figures were intertwined.

The burly assassin pinned Bo Junxing down, the surrounding snow turning a blinding red, and the red area was growing larger and larger.

Shen Feiwan immediately raised her gun and pointed it at the assassin's back, then kicked him, saying, "Get up, or I'll shoot."

Seeing that the assassin didn't react, Shen Feiwan's voice suddenly rose, "Bo Junxing, answer me!"

But in the silence, only her own echo remained.

Neither of them made a sound.

Remembering the two gunshots she had just heard, she immediately moved to the side and kicked away the assassin on Bo Junxing.

The assassin's eyes were tightly closed, and he was motionless, clearly dead.

Shen Feiwan immediately tucked the gun into her waistband and knelt down beside Bo Junxing.

Upon getting closer, Shen Feiwan noticed that Bo Junxing had another fresh bloodstain on his left chest.

This discovery made Shen Feiwan's vision go black.

She stood there stunned for a long time without reacting.

Was Bo Junxing really dead? This was not the outcome she wanted to see.

However, she regained her composure after a moment and calmly reached out to touch Bo Junxing's neck.

The moment her fingertips touched the skin on Bo Junxing's neck, Bo Junxing opened his eyes.

Shen Feiwan's eyes lit up, and she quickly withdrew her hand, also letting out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're not dead. I thought you were gone when I heard those two gunshots. This blood on you isn't yours, is it?"

Bo Junxing stared at her blood-splattered cheek. "You're quite calm."

He slowly sat up. "You've observed quite carefully. It's definitely not my blood. You are bleeding, though, on your neck. Is it serious?"

"I know." Shen Feiwan reached out to help him up. "Get up, we can go back now."

After Bo Junxing stood up completely, Shen Feiwan let go of his hand. "I'll go get the clothes back."

In order to separate and draw fire, Shen Feiwan took off her clothes and gave them to Bo Junxing, and then filled Bo Junxing's clothes with snow and put them on the ground to make a dummy.

She has to get her clothes back now, or she'll freeze to death halfway there.

Bo Junxing hummed in agreement and added, "Don't forget your backpack."

Shen Feiwan nodded without saying anything more and quickly walked away.

Bo Junxing stared at her back for a while, then looked down at the gun in his hand, and suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.

The first time he shot someone, his hand was still trembling slightly.

And he almost died just now.

The woman saw him lying in a pool of blood and didn't utter a single word of concern; she simply stretched out her cold hand to check if he was dead or alive.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the injury on the other person's neck and worried about how serious the injury was.

"Ha, I'm really crazy, acting like a jerk..." He wiped his face and muttered to himself as he looked at the empty snowfield.

He should have felt cold inside, but a fire was burning in his chest, making his throat and eyes sting.

Even knowing it's a stone that can't be warmed up, you still insist on putting it in your heart.

Now it's all over, the stone is hurting my chest, but it hurts even more damn much when I take it out.