C5 (1/2)

After Xuan Hong left, the days became cold and cheerless.

Old Yellow Dog felt that Wandering Child must be sick. Otherwise, why would he be daydreaming while facing the setting sun? You Duan'er hugged the old yellow dog and asked, ”When can I leave as well?”

Perhaps the heavens had heard the words of You'er. At dusk, when she was on her way to hunt, a squadron of golden-armored guards landed neatly in front of her. ”Give me some time,” she said.

Wandering Child returned to the cave and put down the new rabbit in her hand. Then, she quickly made a fire. The old yellow dog smelled something unfamiliar and looked at her suspiciously. You know, he shook his head and went back to cooking. After the meal, You Ziteng called the old yellow dog over. The old yellow dog was simply too old, and almost all of its fur had fallen off. Every time it stroked its hands, it would be covered in a handful of yellow fur. You look at it.

She could not remember when she had brought it back, only that it was also dusk. It had a furry little head and unsteady claws as it chased her forward.

At first, she was curious, but she didn't pay much attention to it. There were many wolf pup on this mountain, but this was the first time she had seen a dog pup.

Then, it actually followed her back to the cave. She ate meat, she gnawed on bones, she ate until she was full, she rolled around in a coquettish manner, her meaty body followed her all day long through the mountains. It could neither speak nor have a name, but it was really using its entire life to protect her, never leaving her, even until today when it was old enough to never walk again.

”Let's go first,” she murmured, stroking its cloudy eyes. ”My time is up …” The old yellow dog whimpered, and two streams of hot tears rolled down its face. It snuggled up to You Duan'er for a while, then turned around and jumped into the fire, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing into the air. The dog's lifespan was already very short, so she used her remaining spiritual energy to prolong its life. As time went on, her spiritual energy gradually dried up. If it was going to die, she had to leave as well. The most precious thing about life was that it happened to people on the way. If they met, they would stay together, and that was all.

You Duan'er walked step by step to the old master's entrance. Xuan Hong had said before that he would return. She could not say whether she believed it or not, but she had secretly planted hope in her heart. However … Even if he were to come back, she wouldn't be able to see him.

The Cloud Carriage rose into the air, and his line of sight was gradually covered by the clouds. Closing the curtain, You'er gently closed her eyes. The last time she was using the Cloud Carriage was around 300 years ago. Similarly, the Cloud Carriage imprisoned her alone in the desolate mountain. This time … You Duan'er pursed her lips. This was probably the last time.

Yun Che had safely arrived at his destination and the six black-clothed men were nowhere to be seen. Soon after, a group of guards locked her in a room. You Duan'er took a furtive glance at the number of guards outside the door. Was he afraid of someone running away? If she could escape, she would have done so three hundred years ago. Not long after, two old women, together with eight female servants, came in and paid their respects.

The wooden barrel was filled with boiling hot water, making people dizzy. Just like that, You Zui was stripped naked and thrown into the bucket. She suddenly thought of the chicken that she had roasted in the cave. To remove its feathers, she had also thrown it into the hot water.

This must be some kind of evil retribution. You Duan'er thought like this and inadvertently saw a servant girl frowning. Following her line of sight, You Zui saw the carrion paste on her arm that was specifically used to protect her from ghosts. The little servant girl had a tender skin, her eyes were watery, and she wore a green satin dress, like a small spring onion.

As Little Spring watched, the movements of his hands slowed down. An old woman beside him sensed this and let out a soft cough. Little Spring regained his senses and was glared fiercely by the old woman. The old woman looked to be in her forties or fifties. Her brown clothes covered her snow-white collar. Two silver hairpins and a small jade comb were tied up her hair, making her look very clean.

You Duan'er felt very comfortable being served by these people. It was so comfortable that he almost forgot that he was a dying man. Little Spring had changed into a new set of clothes for her, and the old woman had even helped her to change into a new one. The maidservant brought the mirror, and You'er shook her head, telling her to step back. After the group was ready, they respectfully took their leave. Not a single sound could be heard from the large room.

He just sat there quietly until it was dark. Someone came in and lit the candle. You Duan'er pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

A few people brought the dishes over and set them on a table. You'er took a glance at the extravagant and outrageous dishes and frowned.

The four maidservants served her meals, and she felt a sense of familiarity that she hadn't felt in a long time. It was because she was familiar with him that she hated him. After three people had left, You Ziteng took a look at the little spring onion who was serving her for a bath and said, ”You can stay.”

Little Spring looked surprised, but a servant was a servant. She had no right to say no.

”Are you afraid of me?” she asked, taking advantage of the candlelight. Little Spring shook his head vigorously, his earrings swinging furiously.

You Duan'er glanced at the chopsticks, grabbed a greasy chicken leg with her bare hands and handed it over to Little Spring. The little spring onion looked up at You Duan, then glanced outside the door and timidly picked up the chicken leg.

However, she ate very delicately. Her four fingers were carefully pinching the chicken leg. She slowly tore off a small mouthful of meat like a little kitten and quietly chewed it with a pout.

You know, the day she was born, she was standing outside the hall, listening to the heart-wrenching screams. The midwife rushed in and out, and the basin she brought out was filled with red blood. She was so scared that goosebumps appeared all over her body, and the old nanny touched her head and said, ”Every woman has to go through this.”

Snow began to fall from the sky, falling into her eyes. The ice was cold, but when she reached out her hand to touch it, the snow turned into a drop of water that slid down her cheek.

The loud and clear cry of a baby could be heard from the hall. A maidservant who passed by smiled and greeted her, ”Congratulations, Wang Ji. You have a little sister.”

The first time she saw her was when she was in the arms of her nurse. The little figure's eyes were dark and rolling, and there were two pink patches of red on her snow-white skin.