Epilogue (1)

When Yan Jiuchao returned to the tent, Yu Wan was already lying on a simple bed made of hay and a mattress. The conditions in the camp were harsh, and Yu Wan had never deliberately improved her food and clothes.

The spear in her body had been pulled out. Old Cui had tried his best to save her, but the spear had completely pierced through Yu Wan's chest. Even if it didn't pierce through her heart, it still caused irreversible damage.

He had to pull out the spear. If he did, it would cause a second wave of damage. Yu Wan's injuries were so serious that they exceeded Old Cui's imagination.

Old Cui's hair turned several strands white. He ordered someone to bring out pots of blood. The candlelight in the tent shone on his old face. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.