When Chu Qianli woke up, Feng Dingchu's figure was no longer by her side.
Achu was gone!
She was startled and immediately sat up.
The bedding was cold; he had left quite some time ago.
Chu Qianli panicked and hurriedly got out of the covers. A gust of cold wind hit her, so cold that she couldn't help but sneeze.
"Achu!"
There was no response.
It was too cold; she threw on a coat in haste and began searching on the small path at the head of the village, "Achu—"
Still no response.
It was probably still too early, and this part of the village was quite remote. At this time, no villagers had come over.
"Achu!" Chu Qianli felt a growing panic in her heart.
Every time she thought of him standing atop a pile of corpses, his body covered in blood, her anxiety worsened.
This guy, he couldn't still be unable to see through things, still wanting to give up on himself, could he?
"Achu..."
There seemed to be some commotion by the river.