Zi Juan's spear pierced Fan Kuai's shoulder, but what she saw was her younger brother Zi Huai, whom she had killed by the Wen River a few days ago.
That smile was exactly like A Shu's.
A Shu.
Zi Juan could not help but freeze.
Yet a chilling sensation came from her chest.
Startled awake, she tried to pull away from Fan Kuai again. Lowering her head, however, she saw a longsword buried deep in her chest.
She wanted to move again, but she no longer had the strength.
The rain of arrows had arrived.
Jujube Steed rushed over from behind Zi Juan and shielded her from above.
"Ugh—Pwah. Ah? Cough, cough, cough—"
Zi Juan stared blankly at the longsword in her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fan Kuai had been riddled with countless arrows like a pincushion and had no chance of survival, yet the corner of his mouth still carried the relieved smile of a victor.
His thrust had gone astray. The longsword had not pierced Zi Juan's heart directly, instead veering slightly and stabbing into her lung, so Zi Juan did not die immediately.
Zi Juan's Jujube Steed was likewise swallowed by the rain of arrows.
It blocked every arrow for Zi Juan, gently licked her face once, and, without even whinnying, quietly bent its knees before collapsing.
The battlefield was still filled with the clamorous sounds of slaughter. The Northern Chu army held an absolute advantage.
Yet the place where Zi Juan was felt terrifyingly quiet.
In her eyes, everything became blurred and slow.
"Xiao Si—!!!"
A slow, drawn-out, heart-rending roar reached Zi Juan's ears.
Was that Second Brother?
Second Brother, was he calling for her?
Zi Juan no longer knew what she was thinking.
She only felt cold—truly, terribly cold.
She knelt