On the mountain, Xuantong's furious roar startled every bird and beast across the slopes. They fled in panic, clutching their heads, utterly disheveled.
The woman named "Qian'er" sobbed silently, her face pitiful.
"If you want to follow me, then follow me."
"But if you can't keep up, I won't stop to wait for you!"
With that, Xuantong once again hefted his sword and set off.
Qian'er's heart leaped with joy, and she happily opened her eyes—only to find that Xuantong had already vanished.
Several months later.
"Benefactor, where are we going?"
"I don't know."
"Benefactor, are we going home?"
"I have no home."
"Then are we just going to wander aimlessly through this world?"
"Mm."
Of the two, one was as cold as ice, while the other was as warm as fire.
One asked, and the other answered.
But no matter how heartless and cold Xuantong was, Qian'er maintained her warmth and her original sincerity, staying firmly by his side, almost never leaving him.
When they were tired, they would find two branches in the wilderness and rest.
When they were thirsty or hungry, Qian'er would gather wild fruit and hunt game in the woods.
After spending several months together, Xuantong seemed less resistant to Qian'er than before, but it could hardly be called fondness.
One day, in a certain mountain forest.
With nimble hands, Qian'er skinned and washed the wild game she had gathered, then placed it on the grill.
Xuantong sat to one side, meditating cross-legged.
Before long, Xuantong caught the delicious aroma. He silently opened his eyes and looked at the game on the grill.
Qian'er said with a bright smile, "Benefactor, don't be impatient. It'll be ready soon."
Xuantong said nothing. He sat to one side like a block of ice.
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