Although Xiao Juan's fever had subsided, his injuries had yet to recover.
Yu Niaoniao planned to stay in the Mountain God Temple for two more days. At the very least, she would wait for Xiao Juan's wound to scatter before setting off again.
Her intention was for Xiao Juan's own good.
But for some reason, as long as the two of them were together, the scene would gradually become discordant.
They were like two skin-hungry patients who could not help but touch each other; it was as if this was the only way to comfort each other.
They spent three shameless days like this.
Xiao Juan's wound finally began to scab.
Yu Niaoniao could not wait to pack up and continue on her way.
Before leaving, Xiao Juan could not help but turn around and look at the Mountain God Temple. He actually felt a little reluctant.
Although the past few days had been bitter, it was enough for him to remember happy memories for the rest of his life.
