122. Chapter 122 He Is Kind to Her (11)

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

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

He suddenly felt that being injured was also a very happy thing, because he could see her worrying about him, feeling sad for him, and could feel her care for him...

"Idiot, don't cry. It's just a small injury, go back and apply some medicine." He patted her back gently and comforted her in a low voice.

Looking at the smile that he barely held up at the corner of his mouth, Su Rourou couldn't stop crying, crying so hard that she wet the chest of Luo Yichen's T-shirt.

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

Looking at her focused look, Luo Yichen's smile gradually blossomed, more brilliant than the flowers blooming in the valley.

There was silence in the valley, as if time had stopped, with only the whistling wind.

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

There seemed to be the sound of heartbeats in the wind...

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

It turned out that Li Tianwei and the others had been waiting for them to come back for a long time and were worried that something had happened to them.

"Let's go! Let's go back quickly, everyone is worried about us." Luo Yichen sat up and stretched out 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 held her hand tightly.

A gust of wind blew, and a wave of green waves higher than the other was raised under his feet. And his heart at this moment was as turbulent as this wave.

Su Rourou lowered her eyes, and for the first time in her life, she was a little afraid to look into Luo Yichen's eyes. Those eyes were like the black hole of the universe, attracting everything.

Luo Yichen curved his lips, holding her hand and walking up the steep grass slope step by step.

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

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

"There is no wind and rain to hide from,

There is no need to walk through bumps,

So I hold your hand with peace of mind,

Don't think about whether I should look back.

..."

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

When they were almost at the top of the slope, it was almost noon, and the sun was scorching the earth.

Su Rourou's mind gradually became clear when she was illuminated by the dazzling sunlight. She shook her head vigorously. Oh my God, she must have broken her brain? Or was it because the scene just now was too romantic, making her self-indulgent towards Luo Yichen again?

Luo Yichen had gently released her hand and squatted down in front of her again: "Come up, I'll carry you!"

Su Rourou's eyes fell on the gauze on his palm and shook her head: "It's okay, I can walk. You... are injured, and the wound will break again if you exert a little force."

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

"No!" Su Rourou insisted even more.

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

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

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