A Fellow Disciple Of Love
Despite the weakness in his arms, Mei Deng pulled the cart with the women inside, away from the burning mansion. Thanks to the search for him, the villagers did not reach this secluded part of their territory, which made it rather convenient.
He stole a glance over his shoulder at Ju, she was draped in a bloody dress, which made it hard to ascertain its original color. He was surprised that the dress could fit, despite it belonging to the youngest in the group, the one who died from over bleeding.
Taking a head count to be certain, he counted, Madam Hú, Ju and two unconscious women laid out on the cart. Then lifted his gaze to the dark sky, 'I've commited too many sins,' he thought at first.
But later his thoughts spiraled to what prevaded his mind most. 'I wonder if brother traffic has escaped and is already waiting for me. Knowing him, he's going to scold me for wasting so much time.' a small smile played on his lips at the thought.
'Just a little further now.'