In the snowy field, the only sound was the footsteps of two people stepping on the snow.

A crow landed on Jiang Zhige's shoulder, and its dark eyes kept looking at him.

At this moment, the cold air is filled with heart-wrenching sorrow.

Looking at Nangong Rou's back in front of him, Jiang Zhige's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

A gust of cold wind blew, almost causing him to fall in the snow, and also scared away the crows that were trying to fill their stomachs.

"I can't die yet"

"At least, accompany her to finish this journey."

Jiang Zhige stood up tremblingly, and almost instinctively drove him to follow Nangong Rou.

At this time, Nangong Rou stopped and asked nervously, "Brother, are you still there?"

Although she knew they were playing a game, she really couldn't stand the feeling of walking alone in the snow without her brother.

"Rou'er, you lose."

Jiang Zhige panted weakly, trying his best to make his voice sound normal.

Nangong Rou was stunned for a moment, and then the panic in her heart disappeared without a trace.

"Rou'er didn't look back, Rou'er didn't lose!"

She snorted softly and continued walking forward.

Although she didn't look back, Nangong Rou knew that her brother must be grinning at her from behind.

The theme of the game is to see who is stronger. Nangong Rou was the first to ask anxiously, doesn't it mean that she is not as strong as her brother? "Rou'er must prove herself. Rou'er is not a child who cries without a brother!"

Nangong Rou's footsteps became more and more rapid, leaving the limping Jiang Zhige far behind.

Jiang Zhige secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. At first, he just made up a game because he didn't want Nangong Rou to see him dying. Unexpectedly, it actually aroused Nangong Rou's desire to win.

Inside the Zhengyang Palace, everyone stopped talking and stared at the scene in light and shadow.

Qu Yun wanted to interrupt this heavy atmosphere, but when he turned his head, he found that even Mo Ziyan and Nangong Rou's expressions seemed a little strange.

"Jiang Zhige"

Nangong Rou sighed in her heart. Why did she have such a vague memory of these things? Jiang Zhige was obviously dying, but she still thought she was playing a game.

Was she really so naive and ignorant back then that she almost let Jiang Zhige die in the snow?

In fact, everyone in the hall shared this view. For Nangong Rou, Jiang Zhige even treated his life as a tool to be used.

On the other hand, Nangong Rou started out crying, then became more of a hindrance, and is now ignorant.

If Nangong Rou had been more sensible back then, Jiang Zhige would never have fallen into such a state worse than death.

Nangong Rou didn't remain tough for long. After walking for a distance, she began to feel uneasy again.

In the past, as long as her brother was around, she would subconsciously believe that everything would be fine no matter what happened.

Now that her brother is no longer in sight, she is always afraid that he will suddenly disappear, and her heart is filled with anxiety and fear.

Nangong Rou hesitated for a long time, but thinking about how her brother took care of her, she decided to muster up the courage.

"No, if I look back now, my brother will definitely look down on Rouer!"

Nangong Rou looked determined. She had to prove herself in front of her brother.

Perhaps Jiang Zhige did not expect that Nangong Rou tried hard to win the game not because she was really motivated by the desire to win, but because she wanted to gain her brother's recognition.

At the same time, Jiang Zhige behind him was trying hard to close the distance with Nangong Rou.

He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he looked dazed. The blood from the wound on his left leg was almost frozen.

Pain, cold, and hunger tortured Jiang Zhige all the time.

For him, death had long been a relief.

But an inexplicable will drove Jiang Zhige to move forward.

He no longer wanted to see Nangong Rou arrive safely ten miles east of the city, he just wanted to see Nangong Rou's back a little longer.

It seemed that as long as he saw Nangong Rou was still alive, he would have a stronger desire to survive.

After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Rou in front suddenly stopped.

At this time, she was in tears and sobbing, clenching her fists and sobbing.

Nangong Rou is still seven years old. She has been relying on Jiang Zhige's care to survive for the past half month. She has already developed an inseparable dependence on Jiang Zhige.

She simply couldn't endure the loneliness and fear of being without her brother for a long time.

"Brother, can Rou'er stop playing this game?"

Nangong Rou's eyes were blurred with tears and she sniffed her nose.

In order not to disgust her brother, she did not turn around.

I thought I would get a response from my brother soon, but after half a while, there was no sound of footsteps behind me.

“Brother?!”

Nangong Rou was so frightened that her mind went blank and she turned around in a hurry to look.

At first glance, there was no trace of Jiang Zhige behind him. Only a bean-sized black shadow could be seen in the distance.

Thinking of how far away her brother was from her, Nangong Rou could no longer hold back her tears and stumbled towards Jiang Zhige.

"My brother is a bad guy, this game is not fun!"

The more Nangong Rou thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and the louder she cried.

The snow was too thick and Nangong Rou tripped every few steps. But even though she fell and had a nosebleed, she never slowed down.

In the distance, Jiang Zhige had reached his limit and his vision went dark.

Even when he heard Nangong Rou coming to him crying, he didn't have the energy to greet her.

"Rou'er."

Plop! Jiang Zhige fell straight down in the snow and gradually lost his voice.

“Brother! Brother!”

Nangong Rou burst into tears upon seeing this and ran towards this side desperately.

When she ran to Jiang Zhige, Nangong Rou suddenly discovered that his left leg was soaked in blood and his body was as stiff as a corpse.

"Brother! Brother! What's wrong with you!"

Nangong Rou was so frightened that she shook Jiang Zhige's body.

Her efforts seemed to have some effect, and Jiang Zhige's eyes regained some spirit.

"Rou, Rou'er, don't be afraid. Brother is fine."

This sentence could have fooled Nangong Rou before, but now his expression was too far-fetched.

"Brother, brother, please don't die. Rou'er will take you to see a doctor now. Brother will be fine!"

Nangong Rou's tears kept falling like a dam bursting, and she hurriedly carried the dying Jiang Zhige on her back.

Because she was too scared, she didn't notice that her brother, who was taller than her, weighed less than her.

Nangong Rou ran in the snow with Jiang Zhige on her back, but she was too scared and nervous, and she caused Jiang Zhige to fall in the snow several times.

Nangong Rou didn’t have time to say sorry. She kept crying while carrying Jiang Zhige on her back and moving forward.

"Don't worry, brother. Rou'er will find a doctor soon."

"Um"

Hearing Jiang Zhige's weak response, Nangong Rou's tears became more violent, and she didn't react even when the clear snot flowed into her mouth.

It was unclear whether her comfort was to comfort Jiang Zhige or to comfort herself.

"Brother, brother?"

"I am here."

"Brother, are you still there?"

"Um"

Tears blurred Nangong Rou's vision. She called out to her brother over and over again, not daring to look back.

"elder brother."

“.”

This time, there was no sound at all behind him.

Nangong Rou paused and looked back tremblingly.