The woman was still holding a broken bow lightly in her hand, and he could tell that it belonged to him.
The room was very quiet. He gradually calmed down and carefully looked at his surroundings.
The snowy night continued, and it seemed that his physical strength and vigilance had not diminished at all. The night was really long. He looked at the shadows outside the window and let out a long breath.
Overall, it seems that he has indeed gotten rid of his murderous intention at the moment.
The martial arts of that group of people is truly astonishing. Compared with the masters in their hometown, their strength is different and more powerful.
When he thought of his hometown, helplessness, confusion and anger showed in his eyebrows.
During this time in exile, he had actually roughly figured it out. Ever since the day his father died, he and his brothers probably no longer have any brotherhood.
However, he never thought of it at first. Since he fled to sea, he avoided disputes. Some of his brothers actually planned to eradicate him.
Of course he understood their considerations. Since he is the eldest son and the most respected by his father, he really has the need to get rid of the other brothers.
Even though he pleaded repeatedly, he had no intention of taking over the throne. For them, as long as they are still alive in the world, they are a threat that must be eradicated.
Thinking of this, he endured the severe pain and slowly stood up.
——Even at any cost, look for the masters in this foreign land to kill you.
Now that I think about it, it’s really ridiculous.
However, his thoughts were interrupted here. Because his eyes suddenly noticed the clothes that did not belong to him hanging at his feet.
The warmth remains. That thick piece of clothing made his heartstrings twitch slightly.
His eyes quickly shifted to the woman.
Just now...she should have saved him.
She was still leaning against the wall, her chest rising and falling slightly. She was still confused about his awakening.
His lips moved slightly. Looking at his savior, at this moment, a strange impulse flowed through his heart.
The faint scent, like the aroma of incense in past memories, alternately caressed his senses with the warm haystack behind him. Waves of pain and fatigue were still reverberating in his body, but he didn't want to lie down.
Instead, he slowly stood up.
The cold wind carried the snow clumps, which still "puff" hit the walls and windows. The sounds outside were noisy and solemn, and everything in my ears seemed unreal.
He moved his fingers slowly a few times. The stiffness in his joints felt as if he had just come back to life, but it made him feel joy for no reason.
No matter what. He survived this final escape.
And if he survives, it means victory.
I didn't know the value of life before, but now I feel I cherish it. He thought of the poetry he had studied back then. He had not liked epics describing heroes, but recognized the heroism of life; he was nostalgic for the magnificence of the Langlang grassland and galloping horses, but sometimes he thought the praise of life was too cumbersome.
Originally, he had always thought so. But what really changed his mind was not his previous hometown, but the small dilapidated house in this corner of this strange land.
He felt a little ridiculous in his heart, but he gradually stopped laughing.
Will there be as low and vast grasslands here as in my hometown? Will there be that kind of poetic and cheerful Tianyun? Not to mention the long poems and songs rooted in his hometown. Without these, he would not be himself.
He... still wants to go back?
But even if he thinks so. Can the land he once missed and loved so much still be able to accommodate him?
There was a feeling of sadness and bitterness in my heart. It seems that even if you want to survive, you cannot avoid some troubles, and it is not easy either.
However, at this moment, a low murmur in his dream attracted his attention.
Turn around and look. He almost forgot that there was another person in this room.
Feeling sad in his heart, he stopped thinking about those things. Tiptoeing towards her, he wanted to get a closer look at this lonely woman.
She didn't wake up. The long eyelashes were still closed peacefully, just like the nun in his impression.
The fragrant breath came from her body, and he unconsciously touched the tip of his nose.
After thinking about it, he picked up the clothes that belonged to her and gently covered her body.
Then, as if he was afraid of waking up some elf, he squatted down slightly without making any sound. At this moment, he was extremely careful even with his breathing, and his eyes slowly and relentlessly slid down from her forehead inch by inch.
It was such a woman who... saved him.
His throat moved slightly, and he let out a low groan.
This woman's appearance really made him unable to take his eyes away, and he was completely stunned.
As a foreigner, although he has never seen many stunning beauties here, the feeling given to him by the people in front of him seems to exceed all the beautiful things he has seen in his life.
Don't mention what he saw during this period. Even when he was in his hometown and had a noble status, everything he saw seemed to be less than the woman in front of him, which made his heart heat up.
She remained oblivious to external affairs. Breathing the warm air gently, her face was peaceful and revealed a unique and elegant beauty, just like the dripping spring river in the south of the Yangtze River, stained with some natural carvings.
He had rarely seen jade-like complexion in his hometown. The women there are all enthusiastic, with red cheeks and white and greasy skin, as white as fresh paper, without any covering.
But she is different.
He could feel his heartbeat speeding up a little bit. The blood originating from his homeland in his body wanted to burst out, but he was restrained.
However, he still refused to take his eyes off her.
After careful inspection, this woman's appearance is actually somewhat similar to that of the local pursuers. It seems that it is because of this land, but it is different from her.
If it comes to her clothes... He paused slightly.
He quickly noticed the two pieces of clothing she was wearing, which did not look like civilian clothing. With such soft and bright clothes, could this woman have some family background?
He was limited by his lack of understanding of local civilization, and soon couldn't think of any ideas in this regard. Maybe she was the daughter of a local gentry, or something else - but if that was the case, why would she live alone in such a simple place on this snowy night?
This was an interesting discovery for him.
Naturally, he had no way of knowing where this place was. But based on his memory, the endless snow fields here must be very desolate.
——Could she really be an angel sent by God to save her life?
This idea flashed through his hazy mind, even making him hesitate. He pinched his face several times and raised his hand to touch the surrounding walls to make sure that everything was completely real.
