A sinister chill pierced to the bone.
The winter rain fell harder, pattering against the carriage with a ding-dong clatter. Only then did the refugees along both sides of the official road gradually begin to panic, scrambling to shelter from the rain. The clamor steadily grew, yet they discovered there was nowhere to go in this desolate wilderness. Many simply sat on the ground, their gaunt bodies trembling faintly, their hollow eyes staring at the sky where dark clouds pressed down upon the earth. Moisture slid from the corners of their eyes, impossible to tell whether it was rain or tears of despair.
A roar suddenly came from the front of the convoy:
"Get back! Get back!"
"Anyone who comes closer will be killed without mercy!!!"
"Anyone who comes closer will be killed without mercy!!!"
"Anyone who comes closer will be killed without mercy!!!"
As the winter rain caused the chaos outside to spread, the escorts' stern shouts gradually traveled from the front to the rear of the convoy. Hearing them, Zou Qing's hand, which had been extended beyond the window lattice to feel the biting rain, trembled slightly. He drew a deep breath and shouted outside:
"Zhang Qin, throw them two tents!"
After saying that, he pulled the window shut, covered his eyes with his soaking-wet hand, and took a deep breath.
Watching this, Qin Yi silently pulled his own window shut as well.
It was the right choice.
But for a kindhearted person, such a choice was not easy to bear.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Yi spoke softly and slowly:
"Brother Zou, this isn't your fault."
The turmoil stirred by the winter rain was gradually left behind by the convoy. Zou Qing shook his head, looked at Qin Yi with a bitter smile, and said:
"You