Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 42

I could no longer suppress the pain and remorse in my heart. Under the scorching sun and yellow sand, I hugged his blood-stained body and cried out loud.

If love cannot be expressed in words, I am willing to prove it with my life... I am willing to... prove it with my life...

In the deepest part of the heart

To build you a sacred temple

The cuckoo's cry of blood is my wishful thinking, a fleeting dream.

Your departing figure is deep within the drifting clouds.

Longing turned to ashes

I... entrusted the rope of my longing to the wind.

Xiao Yi

2007.8.28 18:40

Chapter 28 Silent Love.

Chapter 29 Lone Smoke in the Desert

Chapter 29 Lone Smoke in the Desert

I picked up the water bag from the ground; it still contained about half a bag of blood. I closed my eyes briefly, helped the unconscious Yihan sit up, and smeared his own blood on his lips. However, because blood is different from water, it immediately congealed, and this lip balm wouldn't quench his thirst. So I took a mouthful, suppressing the nausea from the pungent smell of blood, and fed him two mouthfuls, then collected the rest of the "water."

Zi Mo slowly floated to my side and asked, "Aren't you going to use your own blood to save him?" His tone was slightly sarcastic, and his brown eyes held an undisguised rebuke.

I raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead, wrapped the headscarf back around my neck, and whispered, "I can't abuse my body like this, otherwise, how will I have the strength to lead Yihan out of the desert?"

Zi Mo paused, looking at me with a complicated expression: "Galan, are you alright?"

I gave him a strange look, then began to carefully clean the dust off Yi Han's face and head. I then pulled down the hem of my clothes and wrapped it around his head and face, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zimo, where is this place? How much longer do we have to walk to our destination?" I asked as I wandered around the area.

After a long silence, I looked up and saw Zimo staring at me with a deep frown, his eyes filled with confusion and worry.

I smiled at him and said, "Hey, Mr. Han, I'm asking you a question!"

For some reason, Zi Mo suddenly looked away, and I couldn't see his expression at all. His voice was strangely calm, as if he was deliberately suppressing something: "This is the most dangerous shifting sand desert in the Devil's Continent. It's similar to the path we just came in from. There are no fixed sand dunes, no solid ground, we can't tell which way to go, and there's hardly any vegetation. If we can't find a way out by sheer luck, then we're doomed."

I listened blankly for a long time, a chill running through me, but I couldn't distinguish between the fear and despair I felt. I reached for my hair again, only to find it wrapped in a scarf. I frowned, ripped the scarf off, finally grabbing my hair and tearing it into a mess before looking up and asking, "Zimo, if I go back to the modern world tonight and fall asleep before the moon rises, how much time will have passed here?"

Zi Mo glanced at my messy hair, pondered for a long time, and said, "No more than an incense stick's time. As long as there is no moonlight as a medium, no matter how much time has passed in your world, the time spent here will never exceed an incense stick's time."

"And then what happens after the moon rises?"

Zi Mo looked up at the sky, where the blazing sun was partially obscured by yellow sand, and after a long while said, "Synchronize."

I pondered for a long time, then without further hesitation, I got up, found a slightly shady spot, and began digging a hole with my Azure Frost Sword. I continued until I was utterly exhausted, and the wound from when I rolled down the cliff reopened. Finally, I finished digging a hole just big enough for two people to hide in. I carried Yihan inside, a struggle that was incredibly difficult, and then covered his head with my outer garment, which I had just taken off, to block out the sunlight.

"Zimo's method is really good," I said with a smile, my voice hoarse from thirst. "It's definitely much cooler than outside."

Zi Mo's body was partially visible in the cave, his brown eyes silently watching me. After a long while, he sighed and said nothing more.

Perhaps I was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally. As the moonlight rose, I lifted my upper garment, closed my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I regained consciousness, a pair of hands helped me sit up and fed me something.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Xu Lie's worried face. My head still felt heavy and throbbing.

"Xu Lie..." As soon as the voice came out, I realized it was just as hoarse as Lin Yu's. Xu Lie immediately relaxed his brows, helped me up, and said softly, "Galan, how are you feeling? Take some medicine first."

I nodded, took the medicine from his hand, and drank some water. My mouth felt bitter and uncomfortable, and my body felt sluggish. But compared to the desert, this was paradise.

Xu Lie helped me lie down, his rough, dry hands gently stroking my forehead: "You were sleeping soundly yesterday, so I didn't wake you." I looked at the ceiling, all white and empty, and smiled faintly: "Perhaps it's fate that I should go back."

"Galan?" Xu Lie looked at me with concern and anxiety. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head with a smile, then struggled to get up and said in a hoarse, extremely unpleasant voice, "Xu Lie, where is your study? Do you have a computer? I need to go online."

"You were running a fever, why were you online..."

"I want to go online!" I stared straight at him. "Xu Lie, let me go online."

"Galan, what's wrong?" Xu Lie frowned. "Stop fooling around, be good..."

"You're not a good person." I pouted and pushed him away, staggering towards the outside. "If you won't let me go online, I'll never talk to you again." Only by going online can I find information about the desert, and only by going online can I save Yihan.

With a "bang," I fell to the ground. Everything went black. I groped around on the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

"Galan!" Xu Lie rushed forward and helped me up. "How are you? Did you hurt yourself?"

I chuckled and touched Xu Lie's face: "I didn't hurt myself when I fell. Did you hurt yourself?"

"Galan!!" Xu Lie shook me violently. "Galan, wake up! Don't scare me!"

I was being shaken so much that my head started to hurt. I looked at the figure in front of me, which was finally becoming clear, and said unhappily, "Zimo, what are you doing? I already said I wasn't going to run away, and you're still being so mean to me."

The person in front of me was completely dumbfounded. Seeing how useless he was, I smiled and tapped his head, then leaned closer and said, "I'll tell you a secret, I've killed so many people! The blood was as beautiful as blooming flowers, you've definitely never seen anything like it."

Silence, a deathly silence. Bored, I fanned myself with my hand: "It's so hot in the desert! Ah! Right, I need to go online..."

Suddenly, I felt light as someone swept me up in their arms. I cried out in annoyance, "Xu Lie, what are you doing?"

"You know who I am?" Xu Lie suddenly tightened his grip, and I slowly saw the panic and fear in his eyes. I just stared blankly. His grip softened, and he said gently, "Galan, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

I reached out and cupped his thin, handsome face in my hands, but his pale, haggard, almost colorless face kept flashing through my mind. I slowly lowered my head and buried my face in his neck, and hot tears silently welled up, soaking his clothes.