Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 187 - : Lucky Star Farmland Keeps Calm, Heirless Husband Busy Chasing Wife 47

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Lucky Star Farmland Keeps Calm, Heirless Husband Busy Chasing Wife 47

When they fell off the cliff, Su Zhiruan and Fu Huaichu were both in the carriage, which landed at the long river at the bottom of the cliff.

The valley floor wasn’t too cold, with only a thin layer of ice. The carriage’s fall was slowed down when it hit a horizontal branch.

The whole incident happened too fast. Su Zhiruan was tightly held in Fu Huaichu’s arms, with the carriage continually colliding with the cliffside and breaking branches before finally scattering into a pile of wood and falling into the river, causing a large splash. The thin ice shattered, and ice flakes as delicate as cicada wings flew through the carriage windows, cutting between their necks. At that moment, the tiny ice fragments were like sharp blades, splashing onto them, and cutting into their skin with fine wounds.

Along the way, the slowing effect of the branches and stones meant that Su Zhiruan only felt darkness before her eyes, as if she would fall asleep the next moment. In the last moment of consciousness, she could feel Fu Huaichu trying his best to pull her to the shore.

After confirming with the system that they would both be alright, she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Huaichu is the son of this Small World, and part of the power of the Heavenly Dao resides in him. Even without Su Zhiruan’s system, he wouldn’t come to any harm. As for Su Zhiruan, not being from this Small World, the system would protect her.

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When she woke up and opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the flickering shadows of the fire on the cave ceiling. The entire cave was warm and cozy, with the occasional pop and crackle, emitting a “pit-pat” sound from the burning flames. Su Zhiruan moved and felt none of the bone-chilling cold that she had experienced when she plunged into the river, instead, she was wrapped in a dry and heavy large cloak.

She sat up, with her limbs aching from the violent fall, and scanned the cave.

The cave wasn’t big, actually quite shallow. Her current position was at the very back of the cave. Clearly, her surroundings had been cleaned up, and on the floor lay another clean large cloak. Her wet outer garment was now hanging by the fire to dry.

The cave was so shallow that as Su Zhiruan stood up, wrapped in the large cloak, she could see Fu Huaichu guarding at the entrance of the cave.

His eyes were tightly shut, his face unusually flushed, and his fingers curled up. He was still dressed in his travel clothes, which clung to his body and appeared as if they might freeze at the edges.

The fire was small, but closer to her, and beside it were many pieces of wood, clearly dismantled from the carriage.

Su Zhiruan looked at Fu Huaichu and sighed deeply.

What was so good about her? What did she have that made him, the Crown Prince, treat her like this?

With the firelight reflecting on her, she walked over and crouched down to check his forehead.

Her palm could feel the high temperature, even scorching. He shook his head, but did not wake up. His pale lips were pursed and even slightly cracked.

“Fu Huaichu, go inside and lie down,” Su Zhiruan said as she began to untie the belt of his large cloak at the collar. She reached out and realized that his cloak had become nearly as stiff as stone. She applied some strength to help him up.

Fu Huaichu felt her movement, his heavy eyelids lifting slightly. His cracked lips seemed to be trying to form a smile, but he didn’t realize that his smile at the moment looked more like a grimace. In a weak and broken voice, he said, “Ruan… Ruanruan…”

This was not a call to her, but a confirmation.

“I’m here, come in with me.” Su Zhiruan slipped off his large cloak, along with the Python Robe inside, leaving just his undergarment. She wrapped the large cloak she’d been wearing around his body, steadying his staggering steps, and helped the tall and burly man lie down where she had awakened earlier.

“Ruanruan…” Fu Huaichu’s voice was very weak, his palm icy cold, only his forehead scorching hot and flushed red. His condition was quite serious, but to keep Su Zhiruan from worrying, he forced a smile, extended his hand, and overlaid it with hers, “Are you showing concern for me?”

Their hands clasped tightly together, two pairs of ice-cold hands managing to produce a trace of warmth. Fu Huaichu coveted this warmth, holding onto her, not letting her go.

There was a complex look in Su Zhiruan’s eyes as she gazed at him, “Was it worth it? Saving me, getting me to shore, changing me into dry clothes. What about you? Don’t you care about your own life, Fu Huaichu?”

“It was worth it,” Fu Huaichu said, looking at her with an unmistakable intensity of emotion, pretending to be lighthearted, “If you truly feel grateful, why not repay me with your hand in marriage?”

“What nonsense are you talking about at a time like this,” Su Zhiruan suddenly couldn’t bear to look at him. She turned her eyes away, looking towards the flickering firelight. She tried to pull her hand back but found it still firmly grasped by Fu Huaichu. She sighed deeply, “I’ll add some wood to the fire.”

“Don’t go,” Fu Huaichu said, seemingly unable to hold up much longer. His eyes, like distant mountains, now tinged with sorrow, “Will you leave me?”

The Crown Prince’s usual public image was cold as frost, keeping people at a distance. Now before her, he seemed so fragile and pitifully ill, the contrast too great. Su Zhiruan felt a tinge of softness in her heart.

But Fu Huaichu still held on to her tightly, a grown man, now looking like nothing more than a loyal dog, not wanting her to leave, not even for a moment.

It was still snowing outside, the snow piling up at the entrance of the cave, neither melting nor completely covering the entrance.

Su Zhiruan looked up and saw the vast snowfall, the night sky not too dark, and the peace of this secluded spot.

This feeling of being detached from the mundane world, where only the two of them cherished each other’s company, was very special.

The cave was very quiet, except for the occasional crackling of the fire, and their breathing.

As it was bitterly cold, Su Zhiruan watched the man’s still-flushed forehead. He had closed his eyes, but his hand still held on to hers tightly, unwilling to let go, the warmth between their palms slowly rising. Before Su Zhiruan could withdraw her hand, both their hands had warmed completely.

She stood up, added more wood to the fire, smoke wafting out through the cave’s half-open entrance. She observed the entrance for a moment; the carriage had been taken apart by Fu Huaichu, anything useful brought back into the cave, with some parts left on the riverbank.

Su Zhiruan tore a strip of cloth from her clothing, soaked it in the snow, and applied it to Fu Huaichu’s burning forehead.

Then, she picked out some wood from those dismantled from the carriage and made a simple tripod. When facing the assassin, she had thrown a teapot at him, but she hadn’t expected to find another intact teapot here. She filled it with clean snow and placed it on the tripod, waiting for it to boil.

In this era, human destruction of nature was not severe; the snow contained few particles like dust, and once boiled, it was drinkable. Su Zhiruan watched over the teapot, and once the water bubbled, she poured some into a teacup, letting it cool a bit before preparing to give it to Fu Huaichu to drink.