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As the fire crackled to life, Shen Du had already removed his jacket. At that moment, a fallen bottle had cut his arm, and blood was oozing out in small droplets.
Yao Nian was startled by the sight of the crimson stain; all her rationality vanished in an instant. She charged forward like a madwoman, ready to confront the woman who had dared to hurt him. "How could you hit him! I won’t let this go!"
Shen Du, shocked, quickly pulled her back. Yao Nian's legs dangled in the air as she kicked wildly. "Let me go! She hit you!"
A group of people suddenly froze, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure where this young girl had come from. Ji Zheyuan stared in disbelief, sharing a glance with Song Xiaolin. "What’s going on?"
Song Xiaolin looked equally incredulous; Yao Nian had seemed so well-behaved earlier, just a demure girl, yet here she was displaying such fierce aggression.
The camp owner hurried over to calm everyone down and offered a sincere apology to the rude man alongside Song Xiaolin. Only then did the situation begin to settle.
Yao Nian was dragged away by Shen Du. The young girl’s face was flushed with anger, her eyes red from her emotional outburst, and her chest heaved with each breath.
When Shen Du fixed his gaze on her, Yao Nian's fiery spirit dimmed considerably. She sat in a camping chair, head lowered and silent.
After a while, she heard Shen Du speak up: "Now it’s serious; you’re even fighting."
Yao Nian replied sullenly, "She threw a bottle at you."
Shen Du was momentarily speechless, his throat bobbing slightly as he processed her words.
Zheyuan and Song Xiaolin looked pained; Zheyuan squatted down as his body couldn't take it anymore. His stomach still hurt—what should they do?
Zhi Yuan quickly steadied her and glanced around anxiously. "What now? We’re in the middle of nowhere without any medicine."
Shen Du tossed him the car keys from his pocket. "You take Xiaolin to the hospital first."
Yao Nian stared at his bleeding arm and looked up to ask, "Aren't we going?"
"Don’t you want to see the sunrise?"
She froze at his words.
Zheyuan took the keys and hurriedly said, "Then we’ll head down the mountain first. I’ll come back for you."
"Don’t worry about us," Shen Du said as he helped Zheyuan get Song Xiaolin into the car. When he turned around again, Yao Nian had mysteriously disappeared.
He furrowed his brow, just about to grab his jacket and go look for her.
A flash of yellow dashed towards him, a transparent plastic bag in her hand.
Yao Nian ran up to him, panting, and pulled out iodine, cotton swabs, and gauze from the bag.
"Where did you get these?" Shen Du asked, slightly taken aback.
"I borrowed them from the owner. They often have guests who get scratched by branches and stones, so they keep supplies on hand," Yao Nian explained as she reached for his arm.
"I can do it myself," Shen Du said, picking up the iodine.
"Don't move," she frowned and firmly pulled his arm back.
The young girl’s expression was serious, but it was clear she had never done this before. Clumsily yet cautiously, she pressed the gauze against the bleeding wound and dabbed it with the iodine using a cotton swab. It was as if she were afraid of hurting him; she even gently blew on the wound to ease any discomfort.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, looking up at him.
The faint glow of the firelight reflected in her clear eyes, pure and clean, glistening with a moist sheen. There was no hint of aggression in her gaze.
It was completely different from the fierce expression she had when she stood in front of him just moments ago.
Suddenly, Shen Du felt a warmth rising within him, gradually realizing that this warmth was not from the roaring bonfire at their feet.
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