The team marched in an orderly manner, getting closer and closer to Jiangnan. At the same time, thousands of miles away, there was a peaceful and quiet town that seemed isolated from the world.

In the simple school, there was the sound of reading aloud.

The children sat upright, holding their books and reading aloud. The teacher stood on the podium, looking at the children with a gentle smile.

A delicate little girl who looked like a porcelain doll stood up, put her hands behind her back, and recited:

"One is a migrant going to Changsha, looking west to Chang'an but not seeing my home; I play the jade flute in the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May."

The teacher smiled and praised, "Good, good, Yun Jiao can recite every word of the after-school homework every day. Others should learn from her."

The children said in unison: "Got it, Master!"

afternoon.

After the class, Yun Jiao packed her books and put them in her bag, preparing to go home. Several children gathered around her, playing around innocently:

"Yun Jiao, you are amazing. The teacher praises you every day."

“You have a good memory!”

"Yun Jiao, this is the candy my mother gave me this morning. I couldn't bear to eat it, so I'll give it to you!"

"Ah, Yang Wei, this is given to you by your mother, I don't want it."

"Just take it, don't be so long-winded!"

"I……"

Yun Jiao was about to return it when the little boy named Yang Wei ran away with his face flushed.

Yun Jiao was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and looked at the small candy in her palm. The corners of her mouth curved up involuntarily, and she smiled like the sun in the sky, bright and beautiful.

The girl skipped home with her book in her arms. Her two pigtails stood upright and swayed in the air. She was as lively as a bird out of a cage and very cute.

“Hiss—Hmm!”

Not far away, from a dilapidated house, there were faint sounds of groans and cries of pain.

Yun Jiao paused and turned her head subconsciously. She noticed that there seemed to be someone in the abandoned old house. From the low humming sound, it seemed that something was wrong.

She tilted her head, "Is anyone there?"

"Do you need help?"

"If you don't say anything, then I...come in?"

She walked in carefully with light footsteps, and pushed open the dusty wooden door, which made a sharp creaking sound. She walked from the light into the darkness, and her eyes felt a brief discomfort.

Three seconds later, she came to her senses and saw a sharp knife across her neck.

The one holding the knife was a boy in fancy clothes, who looked a year or two older than her. However, his face was extremely cold and sharp, and he exuded a maturity that did not match his age. At this moment, he was injured, with half of his arm covered in blood, but he was still alert and tense.

"You...you are hurt!"

Yun Jiao was shocked when she saw the blood. "Don't be afraid. My mother knows medicine. I watched her collect and sell herbs when I was young. She knows a little bit too. I can help you stop the bleeding!"

The boy in fancy clothes frowned.

With a knife at her neck, shouldn't she be the one who's afraid?

Before he could say anything, the little girl threw down the book and ran out.

he:"……"

He said he would help him stop the bleeding, but it turned out that he was so scared that he ran away.

It was no longer safe here. He had to hide somewhere safer before his men found him.

Holding on to the wall, he stood up with difficulty, staggered a few steps, and barely supported his weak body. Just as he reached the door, he saw the little girl who had left, running back in a hurry with a handful of herbs in her hand.

"Why are you up?"

"Hurry up and sit down. This is burdock. Chew it up and apply it on the wound. It will stop the bleeding!"

Yun Jiao was supporting him and fiddling with the herbs, so busy that she couldn't stop.

The boy in fancy clothes looked at her in surprise, "You... aren't going to run?"