"Whoosh" was the sound of metal cutting through the airflow. Jian Yao raised her body in surprise, and Jimo stretched out his hand to lift the hand around her back to her waist.

"Are there any pursuers?" she asked, leaning towards the back of Jimo in fear, but Jimo stopped her and buried her body deeper into his arms.

"Don't be afraid!"

He whispered in her ear, but the sound of "whooshing" arrows filled the air again.

Jian Yao's heart skipped a beat, and his heart moved up, tangled in his throat. Jimo's body suddenly shook, and Jian Yao said alertly: "What's wrong?"

She looked up in the dark night and saw Jimo lowering his face and smiling softly at her. His hand was groping around his waist. Jian Yao followed it and found a wine flask.

"Is there any more?" he asked. Jian Yao shook it in his hand, shook his head and said, "No more!"

Jimo grinned, clamped his spurs hard, and the horse rushed forward like an arrow.

Jian Yao held the jug in his arms and felt a little panicked. There seemed to be horse hooves chasing behind him, but he couldn't tell whose soldiers it was. Jimo's body became colder and colder, and the hand holding the reins was covered with thin beads of cold sweat. Jian Yao

Yao knew that he was afraid of the cold, and wine was the only thing that could keep him awake on this snowy night, so he had a vague foreboding in his heart.

Jian Yao suddenly let go of the wine bottle and hugged him tighter. It seemed that this way, his body could warm up. His hands rose uncontrollably, but he felt liquid

It was flowing on the fingertips. Jian Yao used his fingers to explore in horror. Three feather arrows were densely embedded in Jimo's back.

"Jimo!" she exclaimed, but the man beside her stubbornly hid her hands in front of her chest.

"Jimo..."

She clutched his clothes tightly, and tears fell down, wetting the back of her hands and forming thin ice crystals.

"It's okay...it's okay..." He freed up a hand to pat her back and whispered in her ear over and over again, as if to persuade her, more like to persuade himself. Jimo's vision began to blur, and the rocks passing by at high speeds

Trees and branches were scattered in front of him, making it difficult for him to identify the road ahead.

Jian Yao's hand was stuffed into a cold object, and Jimo's body began to collapse. She supported him with her shoulders and held his head tightly with both hands.

"Jian Yao...go to Tiandu..."

"Jimo, please hold on, Jimo..."

"Go to Tiandu..."

His lips were close to Jian Yao's cheek, moving slowly, slowly, and finally he fell down. Jian Yao couldn't catch him, and the man's tall body rolled to the ground.

Jian Yao screamed, tightened the horse's reins, jumped off the tall horse, and went to move his body.

"Jimo, wake up, wake up... You can't lie down here, wake up quickly..."

The cold hand held hers, Jimo opened his eyes and barely smiled, Jian Yao's tears fell on his eyelids, he blinked hard, and slowly and hard put her hand to his lips, the cold lips

He placed a lingering kiss on the back of her hand and felt the warmth of her body. Jimo's mind seemed to be clearer. The horseshoes behind him were getting closer and closer. He even heard the words of the pursuers and he suddenly pushed her away.

He shouted in a low voice: "Go quickly!"

Jian Yao's mind instantly shattered. The same words, the same people, different times, different scenes. That year in the ice cave, he also asked her to leave first, don't look back, don't look back, happiness always catches him off guard.

She always left him behind, always when she decided to love him well, but he would leave. "Whoosh" was the sound of metal cutting through the airflow. Jian Yao stood up in surprise, and Jimo reached out to wrap his hand around her back.

It reaches to the waist.

"Are there any pursuers?" she asked, leaning towards the back of Jimo in fear, but Jimo stopped her and buried her body deeper into his arms.

"Don't be afraid!"

He whispered in her ear, but the sound of "whooshing" arrows filled the air again.

Jian Yao's heart skipped a beat, and his heart moved up, tangled in his throat. Jimo's body suddenly shook, and Jian Yao said alertly: "What's wrong?"

She looked up in the dark night and saw Jimo lowering his face and smiling softly at her. His hand was groping around his waist. Jian Yao followed it and found a wine flask.

"Is there any more?" he asked. Jian Yao shook it in his hand, shook his head and said, "No more!"

Jimo grinned, clamped his spurs hard, and the horse rushed forward like an arrow.

Jian Yao held the jug in his arms and felt a little panicked. There seemed to be horse hooves chasing behind him, but he couldn't tell whose soldiers it was. Jimo's body became colder and colder, and the hand holding the reins was covered with thin beads of cold sweat. Jian Yao

Yao knew that he was afraid of the cold, and wine was the only thing that could keep him awake on this snowy night, so he had a vague foreboding in his heart.

Jian Yao suddenly let go of the wine bottle and hugged him tighter. It seemed that this way, his body could warm up. His hands rose uncontrollably, but he felt liquid

It was flowing on the fingertips. Jian Yao used his fingers to explore in horror. Three feather arrows were densely embedded in Jimo's back.

"Jimo!" she exclaimed, but the man beside her stubbornly hid her hands in front of her chest.

"Jimo..."

She clutched his clothes tightly, and tears fell down, wetting the back of her hands and forming thin ice crystals.

"It's okay...it's okay..." He freed up a hand to pat her back and whispered in her ear over and over again, as if to persuade her, more like to persuade himself. Jimo's vision began to blur, and the rocks passing by at high speeds

Trees and branches were scattered in front of him, making it difficult for him to identify the road ahead.

Jian Yao's hand was stuffed into a cold object, and Jimo's body began to collapse. She supported him with her shoulders and held his head tightly with both hands.

"Jian Yao...go to Tiandu..."

"Jimo, please hold on, Jimo..."

"Go to Tiandu..."

His lips were close to Jian Yao's cheek, moving slowly, slowly, and finally he fell down. Jian Yao couldn't catch him, and the man's tall body rolled to the ground.

Jian Yao screamed, tightened the horse's reins, jumped off the tall horse, and went to move his body.

"Jimo, wake up, wake up... You can't lie down here, wake up quickly..."

The cold hand held hers, Jimo opened his eyes and barely smiled, Jian Yao's tears fell on his eyelids, he blinked hard, and slowly and hard put her hand to his lips, the cold lips

He placed a lingering kiss on the back of her hand and felt the warmth of her body. Jimo's mind seemed to be clearer. The horseshoes behind him were getting closer and closer. He even heard the words of the pursuers and he suddenly pushed her away.

He shouted in a low voice: "Go quickly!"

Jian Yao's mind instantly shattered. The same words, the same people, different times, different scenes. That year in the ice cave, he also asked her to leave first, don't look back, don't look back, happiness always catches him off guard.
Chapter completed!