One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife

sical state was at its worst, she could enjoy the air, unfettered.

There was nothing more important than being alive.

Including dignity.

It was all due to her astonishing will to live that she could leave the assassin camp, leave that d*mn*d, pure, hellish place to start a new life.

She carried Youyou quietly as she walked on the mountain road, the thick stench of blood still lingering in her body.

The blood on her cheek had already dried up.
There was a huge blood splatter on her chest, but she could not tell if it belonged to hers or to the soldiers she had killed.

She dipped her head and gazed at the boy in her arms.

His eyes had eventually closed from exhaustion.

Mu Yichen walked abreast her.
To her, he was indubitably a lofty son of an aristocratic family, but in this wilderness with neither food nor water, this proud and arrogant noble, young master would have to suffer a little.

As they continued to walk, the boy suddenly noticed a crystalline lake ahead; its waves gleamed under the sun.

“There’s a lake!”

He pointed in a specific direction.

Covered in blood, he could no longer stand the stench.
He pondered on the need to clean himself thoroughly.

As he thought of this, his legs subconsciously moved in the small lake’s direction.

The girl put the lad in her arms to the ground and walked to the lakeside.
She crossed her arms over her chest, only to see Mu Yichen already squatting near the lake.

“Youyou, come here! There’s water here, and it’s considerably clean!”

The boy walked over.
His shirt was in a mess and he looked extremely bedraggled.
He knelt by the lake, licking his dry and cracked lips.
He looked at the water hesitantly and cupped a handful of it.
He wanted to drink the water, yet a fishy smell from it assailed his nostrils.

He wanted to drink but he felt disgusted.

He reached out his hand but retracted it again awkwardly.
It seemed that he despised the water quality of this lake.

“Why does it smell?”