The wind blew through the woods, and the leaves played a mournful tune.

After crying for a while, Yuan Doudou fell asleep from exhaustion.

She had a dream in which she completed her mission, returned to her past life, successfully wrote her thesis, and graduated from university.

She did not give up her studies and continued to take the postgraduate entrance examination. When she saw her supervisor, she was stunned.

The mentor was dressed in a suit and tie, handsome and dashing, with an otherworldly air.

It was An Rong's face.

She shuddered in fright and woke up.

The wind, frost, and dew are heavy, and the night is as cool as water.

She stood up and looked around, but there was no sound.

Has Ye Xiaoqian not found him yet?

This mountain is huge; you can't possibly walk through it all in one night.

She leaned on the hilt of her sword and limped forward.

"An Rong, where are you?" she asked weakly.

She couldn't understand it. A tree may grow a hundred feet tall, but its leaves will eventually fall back to its roots. The closer a person is to death, the more likely they are to return home.

Didn't An Rong ever consider that his departure would only cause his family to worry and make their lives even harder?

Suddenly a dark shadow flashed past my eyes.

Yuan Doudou froze, her eyes widening.

If I'm not mistaken, it looks like the shadow of a jackal.

She struggled to pull out the sword; it was too heavy, and she lifted it shakily.

Yuan Doudou saw a pair of eyes that glowed green, filled with intense aggression.

It really is a wolf.

The jackal completely disregarded the petite Dou Dou and swaggered over.

With a whoosh, the wolf leaped over.

"DouDou, get out of the way."

An Rong descended from the sky, holding a thick stick, and smashed it hard against the jackal.