He Hongzhao sat up, staring blankly at the two figures running off into the distance, then glanced around at her surroundings.
The woods were dark and secluded.
The area around her was cold and gloomy.
The air carried the scent of rotting corpses.
It must be the burial ground.
Indeed, after her "death", it only made sense to throw her body there, otherwise, how could she have escaped by faking her own death?
"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"
The Snow Monkey jumped down from the tree and burrowed into her embrace, even sticking out its tongue to lick her cheek.
This was its way of comforting and protecting her.
"Rustle, rustle—"
It was the sound of footsteps crunching on leaves.
She looked up and saw a tall figure emerge from the darkness where the Snow Monkey had jumped down.
The moonlight was dim.
His face was indistinct.
But still, she accurately called out his name, "Han Chen, it's been a long time."
*
When Sang Yan woke up, He Ying was not by her side.
