I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

"Huh...that's good, and you still have pain, which is actually a good thing..."

Sayuri Sawamura took a breath and said.

She supported Li Yan and looked at the valley whistling and slapping the ground, feeling sad and silent.

"You weren't supposed to be here in the first place."

Li Yan was supported by Sayuri and said.

After Sayuri Sawamura heard this, she looked at the scenery, smiled and shook her head.

"Didn't you treat me like this back then?"

Li Yan was slightly shocked and looked at the side face of this beautiful woman.

In the moonlight, she looked exactly like Eiri, but not Eiri. She had Eiri's pretty face, but also had her own unique temperament that was as colorful and gorgeous as a cherry blossom.

The memory of the sea of ​​​​fire is still fresh in Sayuri Sawamura's memory.

"That incident has been a long time coming."

Li Yan didn't want her to remember it so firmly, so he said to Sayuri.

However, Sayuri shook her head slightly again and stood in the breeze with a faint smile on her lips.

"Liar, it wasn't long ago, it seems like yesterday..."

Li Yan remained silent.

He was a little afraid to admit it. Not long after he met Eirili, he met Sayuri again. Gradually, it was difficult for him to tell which one was Sayuri and which one was Eirili...

What he cares about is the same person or two people...

Why did this confusing identity trouble him.

The night wind was cold, and under the stars after the snowstorm, the moonlight fell on this huge valley. Sayuri struggled to support Li Yan as he walked in this deep valley.

She felt that Li Yan's body was very stubborn and did not want to put more pressure on her, but she moved closer to him and supported his body. It seemed that in this way, the two of them could also find a trace of warmth in the snow.

After walking all the way and inspecting it, they discovered that there was no way out here at all.

It seems that we can only find shelter in the valley and wait for the delayed rescue...

Volume 17 Supplementary Volume·Extra Sayuri (Ending·Together)

Night has fallen, the bright moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are within reach. In the beautiful night, it is impossible to tell that this mountain peak experienced a rare snowstorm not long ago. The snow in the valley is so white and thick in the moonlight. If you hadn't come into contact with it, you would have thought it was "warmth" in another sense.

"ha……"

Standing in the moonlight, the woman, now wearing a kimono for warmth, warmed her jade-like hands. In a quiet snowfield, Sayuri Sawamura raised her head and looked at the stars and the bright moon.

A piece of moonlight, a lonely shadow, so weak and pitiful.

The wind in the valley was still strong, and the woods above were rustling, and the snow above was still falling. The woman held up the clean-looking cold snow in her hands and put it into a kettle. Only then did her red hands Put on gloves that are slightly stained with mud.

In the calm world, she began to walk towards the cave with a bit of fire.

After encountering a dangerous situation, Sayuri helped Li Yan, who was unable to move, to find a way out of this canyon. After judging that they could not escape with their abilities, they finally found a cave. It was more like a rock quilt than a cave. A two-meter-deep cave was washed out, where they took shelter from the cold wind and waited for rescue.

After entering the cave, she saw Li Yan lying on a dead branch and covered with her coat. He had fallen asleep and looked very bad.

She took off her gloves, and after being warmed by the fire, she reached out and touched Li Yan's forehead, but it felt hot.

"..."

Sayuri Sawamura looked worried and concerned, looking at Li Yan's face quietly.

Li Yan's recovery from the injury was a little slow this time. If an ordinary person fell from such a height without any precautions, he would have been unconscious for a long time. If it weren't for the infinite potency of the blood donated by the mermaid, how could he be able to move in such a short time? With this This kind of recovery ability that goes against the limits of human beings has helped him get through dangerous situations again and again. However, after being covered by the cold snow for a long time, and his body was seriously injured from the fall, this man who could not be defeated actually developed a fever.

It had been more than an hour, and Li Yan didn't wake up.

"What's the trouble..."

Sayuri Sawamura looked at him with pity for a while. In the firelight, her face showed indescribable perseverance. Then, she showed a charming smile, hung the kettle on the dry branch, and boiled the snow water. . After that, she held Li Yan in her arms again to provide him with body temperature and help relieve his pain.

When she hugged him, she still felt a little inexplicable. The only experience she had with Li Yan was when he carried her out of the sea of ​​​​fire during a fire.

The last time he had a fever, Sayuri still remembered that she had scolded Li Yan for not knowing how to cherish his body. But now, she was sitting in front of the fire, hugging this person and closing her eyes tightly. She had been struggling all this time and suffered scars. However, he no longer blamed him, and even thought that if he could rest like this, it would be better to let him rest a little longer.

In the dream, Li Yan's expression was still uneasy and painful. He occasionally hummed slightly, like choking or lamenting. In fact, he was very stubborn in the dream, but he didn't show too much loss.

Sayuri Sawamura couldn't understand the meaning of the Chinese that Li Yan occasionally said.

So far, Sayuri has been taking good care of him, including collecting branches to separate the ground when he lay down to rest, and taking off her coat to cover him. This woman is wearing her clothes. Although the kimono is warm, it is a little thin to resist the bitter cold.

She often stared at him like this for a long time, and time gradually passed. Among the stars and white snow, she could only protect him with all her strength.

I don’t know how long it took, but Li Yan finally woke up.

When he woke up, he felt that his body still had warm body temperature, and the other thing was the down jacket covering him. He remembered that this piece of clothing belonged to Sayuri, and he could smell it even when he was unconscious. There was a faint fragrance, and he roughly knew how he was taken care of.

He climbed up with difficulty and leaned against the wall. Fortunately, the wall became somewhat warmer under the heat of the fire.

At this moment, Sawamura Sayuri hugged the firewood she picked up, bent down slightly, and saw that Li Yan had gotten up and was looking at her.

"Are you okay?" Sayuri looked at Li Yan with a concerned expression and asked.

Li Yan's face still looked a little bad, but his spirit had improved a lot. He nodded and said, "It's okay, he's feeling a lot better..."

Sayuri Sawamura looked at him silently and concernedly for a while, and then showed a relieved smile. This smile was so warm in the firelight.

"Let me see again..."

Sayuri stretched out her hand and pressed it on Li Yan's forehead. After feeling it quietly, she nodded slightly and said, "You're not lying to me. The fever has indeed subsided. Fortunately, your body is very strong. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to have a fever in such weather." .”

"...Have you been taking care of me?" Li Yan asked after being silent for a while.

Sayuri was quiet for a while, nodded, and said, "I'm just trying my best."

Li Yan understood the way Sayuri took care of him, and he felt a thousand words, but he also felt that he might have made too much. After thinking about it again and again, he finally just murmured: "Thank you."

"There is no need to say thank you. I have never said thank you to you."

Sayuri Sawamura smiled and said to Li Yan.

As for why Sayuri didn't thank Li Yan, she herself had forgotten... She needed to thank her anyway, but she had forgotten, probably... This kind of kindness is difficult to express and repay even with thank you.

Sayuri Sawamura rolled up her sleeves, then threw firewood into the fire. She knelt down on the dry stone slab and leaned forward slightly, showing a natural elegance.