Enrico said, and then pressed her against the tree, lowered his head and kissed her again. His uninjured palm pressed against her waist and moved upwards. Paige was kissed into a state of unconsciousness.
Kevin sat in front of the fire, worrying about Paige, while Dr. Clinton sat in front of the fire and prayed.
By the sea, Paige was unable to breathe normally as Enrico kissed her.
The blood in Enrico’s palm gradually coagulated, and the wound closed quietly.
…
After a long time, Paige did not return to the tent, but instead took Enrico’s hand and led him to the tree.
“We didn’t have time to look during the day, so we must go at night, otherwise I won’t feel at ease.”
Paige took Enrico’s hand and walked towards the Lunatic Forest.
“Who were the people who tried to do bad things back then?”
Enrico was held by her hand, and he didn’t care much about the forgotten fruit and the snow-covered dead wood, but instead remembered her explanation just now.
There were men who tried to mess with her, and she was always protecting herself.
Paige was stunned, not expecting him to still be thinking about this, and said, “Don’t worry, I remember all of these people. Some had no choice but to commit minor crimes, so I’ll let them off, but some committed major crimes, and even if they go to The Capital, I will do my job and they will go to jail.”
Especially this one who messed up, this is what she finds most disgusting.
“Oh.” Enrico couldn’t help but interject.
“Just wait until you find the Forget-Me-Nuts and the Snow on Dead Wood, and use the medicine to nurse them back to health. Don’t worry about anything else,”
Paige said.
The lunatics in the forest of lunatics had all been taken away, and the bones on the ground had been collected and buried uniformly, so it was quiet and clean at the moment.
The forest under the moonlight also had a touch of enchantment.
The air was filled with the scent of the sea breeze.
Enrico followed her, walking through tree after tree. He stared at the clasped hands of the two of them, his gaze deep.
“We’re almost there,” Paige remembered the way and was very excited by the sound of the waves.
She stepped over the fallen leaves on the ground and walked quickly forward. The shore, covered in fine sand, was wet from the incoming waves, which then quietly receded back out to sea, gentle and lingering.
There were no more trees from the beach to where they were standing, just a bare expanse.
In the soggy mud, a large tree stump stood there, with a very uneven and rough surface.
At the moment, the cool moonlight fell on the rings of the tree year after year.
The two stood there.
Enrico suddenly looked down, and Paige’s hand in his palm suddenly lost its temperature and became cold.
“What’s wrong?” He looked at her and saw that her face was pale, without the slightest hint of blood, and her fingers were trembling faintly.
“The tree has been cut down,”
She said blankly, suddenly breaking free of his hand and walking forward. She walked up to the stump and looked at the tree rings on it. “No, no, I remembered it wrong, it’s not here, not this tree, it must not be.”
She began to talk to herself, turned around and looked around, beginning to search.
“…”
Enrico glanced at the rough cut of the tree stump and his eyes darkened.
He turned his head and saw Paige staggering into the forest, searching from tree to tree, completely out of character.
He knew she couldn’t have made a mistake.
Enrico walked towards her and reached out to grab her as she searched aimlessly.
“Enrico, let go of me,” said Paige, her face pale as she wrenched her hand free. ‘I’ll look for that tree. It’s still there. I guess I haven’t been back in a long time, so I’ve forgotten where it grows.’
With that, she turned her head and looked for it again, her hand carefully identifying the tree as she touched it, her slender hands shaking.
It must still be there.
The tree couldn’t have disappeared, it couldn’t.
It must be there, it must be there.
Where is it?
Not this one, which one?
At that time, she often stayed here, watching it bloom, blooming day after day, especially beautiful, really beautiful.
“Paige, don’t look for it,” he said again, taking her hand.
“Leave me alone!” Paige struggled excitedly to get away, turned around and walked again, but after a few steps she tripped and fell, her whole body plunging to the ground, her hands pressing into the mud, her knees kneeling on the ground.
She tried to stand up, and when she looked up, she saw the cut stump of a tree in her line of sight.
Moonlight fell on it, glowing coldly.
For a moment, her body was as stiff as ice, unable to move, and her lips lost their color.
“Paige!” Enrico pulled her up from the ground in one go.
Paige only felt that her body had lost all warmth. She stared blankly at the stump, saw her legs lose their strength, and the whole person sank downwards weakly.
He took her into his arms and held her in a hug, his arms around her. “Calm down.”
At this time, it was him who was telling her to calm down.
Paige couldn’t say anything, she just stared at the tree stump, her eyes losing all light. A great despair grew in her body, growing infinitely and engulfing her whole being.
He can’t die.
She couldn’t let him die tortured by AS schizophrenia gene. She couldn’t let him…
“Paige!” Enrico looked at her lost expression and forcefully turned her around, cupping her cold face in his hands. “Look at me.”
Paige looked up at him, fixating on his deep eyes. She moved her lips, her voice extremely dry, “If I don’t give you the parasite, you’ll be fine, right?”
Even if AS schizophrenia gene attacks, it doesn’t mean a short life.
If he hadn’t rushed back from abroad for her three years ago, and if he hadn’t had a relapse in the middle of the night, he would still be fine, and he might never have relapsed in his life.
She had ruined him.
She had ruined him.
She let him hold her face in his hands, and the normally clear eyes were now filled with ashes, ashes without a spark of life.
Enrico felt heartbroken, “Listen to me, look at this tree stump again.”
“…” But Paige couldn’t hear anything anymore.
Enrico could only lead her to the stump, press his palm against the back of her neck, and force her to look at it. “Look carefully. This was cut recently. As long as the tree hasn’t been taken to be burned for firewood, there’s still hope for your husband!”
Upon hearing this, Paige’s eyelashes trembled, and her consciousness returned a little.
She squatted down suddenly and ran her hand over the tree stump’s annual rings. Indeed, the cutting marks were still fresh. It had been cut recently, and the tree might still be saved. The flowers and fruit on it might not be dead yet.
Paige blinked. After despair, hope suddenly came.
She stood up and looked at the man beside her, instructing, “You walk slowly, don’t strain your shoulder injury.”
After saying that, she turned around and ran out, disappearing into the forest in front of her in less than a few seconds.
“You run slowly!”
Enrico shouted, then looked down at the tree stump, lifted one foot and stepped on it, ‘You’d better not be dead.’
He didn’t really care if he really only had a month to live.
But the way Paige just looked, he was scared.
…
Paige ran back to the tent area on the wasteland and rushed to the fire.
“Paige, are you okay?” Kevin stood up suddenly, looking at her nervously. She had some blood stains on her face and clothes, adding a touch of bloodthirsty beauty.
Dr. Clinton stood up from in front of the fire with the medical kit in his arms. He looked at the blood on Paige and then at her empty back. He was shocked. “Miss, you didn’t kill Mr. Gustin, did you?”