Yuan Ling knew her old friend all too well.
They ate and lived together every day. How could she not know what was going through her mind?
Wuyou hadn't gotten an answer, so she would definitely turn her attention to Yuan Ling.
Yuan Ling adjusted her posture, careful not to put pressure on her waist and reopen the wound that the ash had finally stopped bleeding.
She crossed her legs more comfortably, then told Zheng Wuyou everything, step by step:
"After we got separated from you in the forest..."
At the time, Yuan Ling had been lying face-down on Ben Yu's back, her face deathly pale and her consciousness already growing hazy.
A simple strip of cloth couldn't stop the bleeding from her waist.
She had no idea when Wuyou had disappeared into the fog.
All she knew was that Ben Yu and the youth with lip piercing, who was carrying the old grandmother, had risked running back and forth through the fog for a while to look for her.
To keep from getting separated again,
Ben Yu had the youth with lip piercing hold on to his angular clothes. Yuan Ling, on Ben Yu's back, didn't dare let herself fall asleep. She dug her nails into her thigh, forcing herself to stay awake.
She was afraid she might miss any clue about Wuyou's disappearance.
After that, they didn't know whether they had triggered some condition or whether something else had caused it.
From beyond the forest, which had been utterly silent, came faint bleats of sheep.
They knew there was a flock of yellowish ducks outside,
but they didn't know how the sheep had survived the scorching flames and were still bleating with such vitality.
In the end, they followed the sheep's cries to the edge of the forest.