Hiking in the mountains at night is extremely dangerous.
There was a slippery rocky meadow under my feet, and above my head was endless darkness with no stars, sun or moon in sight.
In a trance, she seemed to be back in Jingbo Tower, in the silent, dark and cold stone path.
But this time, there will not be light and breeze at the end of the darkness, nor will there be that person sitting by the lake waiting for her to come.
In the darkness at this moment, the only person she can rely on is herself.
But the night will eventually pass and the dawn will eventually come, right?
Xiao Nanhui gritted his teeth and swung the dagger in his hand into the rocks, using all his strength to climb over the ridge.
On the silent mountain top, only thin mist floats with the clouds and rain.
Then, she saw the familiar, sturdy figure sitting on a rock beside a mountain road at the foot of the ridge that was almost buried by mud and rocks.
The figure was slightly hunched and motionless.
She was delighted and called out tentatively.
"Shrike?"
The figure still did not move.
She was anxious about Xiao Zhun's whereabouts and was a little impatient with his teasing attitude, so she had to climb down the ridge with great effort.
The moment his feet touched the mountain road, Xiao Nanhui realized something was wrong.
There were many gullies of varying depths on the road, and a cliff on one side had collapsed in half. There were traces of fierce fighting everywhere.
She took a few more steps forward and stepped on something hard, making a sharp sound.
She removed her shoes and boots and found half of the blade deeply embedded in the soil.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and her pace quickened. In two or three steps, she reached the stone and hurriedly pulled the man over.
The two short, thick eyebrows on his big face were frowning, and after a while, the eyes under the eyebrows slowly opened.
"Why are you here?"
Xiao Nanhui breathed a sigh of relief and asked anxiously.
"What's going on? Have you seen my godfather..."
Her voice stopped abruptly, and she lowered her head blankly, her eyes falling on her left hand.
At first, she thought the wet feeling was due to rain, but rain could not be so warm and sticky.
Red covered her palms, stained like ink by the night.
The hunched figure finally moved, but he only turned his body slightly to the side.
"The Marquis has been taken away by that bastard in purple. Go and chase him. Maybe you can still catch him in time..."
"Shut up!" Xiao Nanhui's voice was more vicious than ever. She wanted to tear the hem of the black dress with her hands, but she didn't know whether it was because the material was too strong or because her hands were shaking so badly, she couldn't tear it off no matter how hard she tried.
"Don't bother. If just wrapping it with some rags will work, then why would we need a doctor?"
As Shrike spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression more tired than ever before.
"He was really cruel. If I were half as cruel as him, I might have been your master back then."
Xiao Nanhui's face was as pale as paper. She forced herself to use her weak arms to support the short and fat body.
"Let's go find a doctor..."
"Forget it." Shrike pulled his arm back and casually touched his hair. Her bun was still there, still round. "I hate the smell of medicine the most. Didn't you make all of Aunt Dai's medicine?"
Xiao Nanhui clenched her teeth. She wanted to speak in an angry voice, but when she opened her mouth, there was a hint of crying in her voice.
"Are you, are you out of your mind?! I asked you to chase and see, but I didn't ask you to die!"
"Keep your voice down, it's so noisy." Shrike's voice became lower and lower. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for the sake of the grapes..."
The warm rain fell on her face, bringing a sleepy comfort.
"Xiao Nanhui, don't avenge me. You can't beat him."
She raised her short, muddy fingers and left a few fingerprints on the sad face.
She sighed and looked at the water marks on her fingertips.
"Why are you crying? Being stubborn is a tradition of An Daoyuan. It's not the first day you've known this..."
Xiao Nanhui dug her nails deep into the wet sand before her. She felt as if her throat was blocked by something sour and hot, and it took a lot of effort for her to speak.
"You are not one of them. You don't have to listen to them. Just listen to me. Don't die. Don't die. You are not allowed to die..."
The Shrike suddenly laughed.
"Then beg me..."
Xiao Nanhui's lips trembled, and a broken sound came from deep in his throat, hoarse like someone else's voice.
"I beg you, I beg you, I beg you..."
The Shrike's smile stopped at his lips, but his eyes slowly closed.
"Then I'll think about it..."
As the rain fell in late spring and early summer, she felt the body in her hands finally grow cold, but she still maintained that posture, repeating the same words.
"I beg you, please..."
However, no one heard her pleas.
She imagined that the next moment, the person in her arms would open one eye and peek at her, then turn around with a bit of pride and turn his butt towards her, holding up his big head arrogantly, and say something like "I will do this and that just because you begged me."
However, none of this happened, and she couldn't accept the fact that no matter how long she waited, it would never happen.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dagger in her hand and the broken knives scattered not far away.
She raised her head and opened her eyes to look at the raindrops falling from the sky.
The rain fell into her eyes, mixed with her tears and rolled down, leaving a hot area.
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