Beneath the blanket, a young man and woman clung tightly to each other.
Song Qingshu gently stroked the beautiful woman's long hair and said with some emotion, "Qingtong, were you planning to return this time and live or die with the tribe? Did you suddenly let yourself go because you had already resolved to die?"
Huo Qingtong's face was flushed crimson as she let out a faint sigh. "You really do understand a woman's heart. Yes, that is, after all, the place where I was born and raised. If it is destined to be destroyed by the Mongol Empire, then I will surely go down with it."
Song Qingshu said solemnly, "Why be so foolish? As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. So long as you live, there will eventually be a day when you can turn defeat into victory."
Huo Qingtong shook her head, her eyes somewhat lost. "The Mongol Empire is too powerful now. Where are these green hills? I cannot see the slightest hope of turning things around."
Song Qingshu patted his chest. "Even if you have no green hills, you have Qingshu. Don't worry. With me here, I'll sooner or later lead you in pushing back."
Huo Qingtong bit him hard on the flesh. "I still haven't settled the score with you for deceiving me earlier."
Song Qingshu could not help muttering softly, "You were clearly the one who took the initiative first..."
Huo Qingtong glared fiercely at him before finally saying helplessly, "This time, our tribe is more likely than not doomed. Zhang Wuji is dead too, and I have nothing left to worry about. Consider it letting you have your way, while also settling something in my own heart."
Song Qingshu's expression immediately turned strange. "Zhang Wuji