The medicinal pill melted in his mouth, and soon Yan Lixue’s leg injury was fully healed, truly miraculous, worthy of a Hundred-grade Pill worth hundreds of thousands.
Ming Zhitian took out dried meat, rations, and water from his storage bag, "Xue'er, look what these are?"
Yan Lixue exclaimed with joy, "That's great, Tian, we won't have to go hungry."
Ming Zhitian tore off a piece of dried meat and fed it to Yan Lixue's mouth. Chewing it slowly, he felt immense happiness at this moment, not from the aroma of the meat, but from the man in front of her who brought her happiness.
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly and offered a second piece of meat. Yan Lixue opened her mouth to bite, but Ming Zhitian playfully withdrew his hand. Yan Lixue glanced at him, then moved forward to chew. As he withdrew and she bit, Ming Zhitian brought his mouth closer, and Yan Lixue ended up biting his lips.
Ming Zhitian said, "If you want to eat, just say so. Xue'er, are you that hungry?"
Yan Lixue felt immensely ashamed, "Tian, you're annoying!"
She then turned her face away. Ming Zhitian embraced her waist and kissed her, "Just teasing you, don't be angry. Come, have some water, good girl."
Yan Lixue looked at the man before her and tentatively brought her lips to the water flask. Ming Zhitian smiled gently, "I won't tease you anymore."
Yan Lixue drank a few mouthfuls, feeling completely sated, and then lay back on Ming Zhitian's lap.
Gazing at the sunrise over the impossibly steep cliff, Yan Lixue wished she could stay like this forever. But she knew she and Ming Zhitian both had things to accomplish.
Ming Zhitian stroked her innocent and radiant face. The rising sun cast a glow, making her appear exceptionally pure, a natural beauty without any makeup.
Compared to their first meeting at Nan'an Temple, Ming Zhitian hadn't realized she was so beautiful. Now, he truly felt he had struck gold.
Yan Lixue asked, "Tian, what are you looking at?"
Ming Zhitian replied, "I'm looking at... my future."
Yan Lixue was puzzled, "What future?"
Ming Zhitian smiled and said, "You are my future."
Yan Lixue blushed with annoyance, "You're being glib." But inwardly, her heart bloomed with joy.
Ming Zhitian said, "Xue'er."
Yan Lixue responded, "Mm?"
Ming Zhitian made a request, "I want to share a cup of wedding wine with you, let heaven witness our historic love. What do you say?"
Yan Lixue did not hesitate, "Xue'er is already yours. Whatever you say goes."
"Good," Ming Zhitian took out an unopened jar of century-old Nu'er Hong wine and poured it into an earthen bowl. Yan Lixue stood up, their eyes met, and they joined hands, drinking the wedding wine, symbolizing eternal togetherness.
"If only we had a pair of wedding clothes," he thought. To his surprise, Ming Zhitian took out two red robes, a man's and a woman's, from his storage bag – indeed, wedding attire.
They dressed in them. The wedding robes were exquisitely made, with dragon and phoenix patterns sewn with lifelike precision, a divine craftsmanship. They were likely the clothes of some important figures.
They bowed to heaven and earth, then to their distant parents, and finally, to each other as husband and wife. The ceremony was complete.
Ming Zhitian loudly declared, "Escort them to... the bridal chamber!"
Yan Lixue shyly said, "Husband, it's not the time for that now. We have a long future ahead."
Ming Zhitian respected her wishes, and besides, it was broad daylight. He nodded, "Alright, call me husband. That's how people call each other in my hometown."
Yan Lixue smiled, "Husband."
Ming Zhitian said, "Can I call you Xue'er wife?"
Yan Lixue asked, "Is that how they call each other in your hometown too?"
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Yes."
Yan Lixue said, "Of course, you can."
Ming Zhitian, overjoyed, picked her up, "Xue'er wife! Can I kiss you?"
Yan Lixue was startled by the sudden princess carry! Her heart pounded wildly, "Mm..."
Ming Zhitian kissed her, their passionate lips intertwining, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss.