"M-my Ai Fei!"
"I'm coming!"
Xu Qingzhao had only just closed her eyes when she heard urgent shouts from farther up the slope.
At first, she thought she was hallucinating on the verge of death, but the shouting grew clearer and clearer.
Xu Qingzhao opened her eyes slightly. The bright moon hung high, illuminating the white mountains and snow until they shone translucently, and a man in a leather robe lay sprawled awkwardly across five frozen mahogany planks, sliding toward her.
It was that little man. He... he was still alive?!
Was he a cat?
"Ai Fei, I'm coming... ing, ing...!"
Ren Ye shouted loudly, sending echoes through the valley. He wanted to get her attention.
For some reason, at this moment of life and death, the story of An Ping and Li Mu inexplicably came to Xu Qingzhao's mind...
Back then, when Li Mu received An Ping's letter in Shu and galloped toward the Capital, had he been just as frantic?
But that thought in Xu Qingzhao's mind was soon brutally shattered.
Because the little man lying on the planks shot past her like an arrow loosed from a bow, heading straight for the cliff face.
?!
Barely able to open her eyes against the wind and snow, Xu Qingzhao was now full of questions.
"Oh, oh, f-f-fuck... turned, turned, turned too... w-wide...!"
His echoes drifted through the valley. With a bang, Ren Ye shielded his head with his hands, curled himself up as tightly as possible, and slammed into the cliff face.
Whoosh!
The five coffin planks, which had suffered terrible luck along with Ren Ye, scattered in every direction from the impact.
He himself bounced three or four meters away and rolled through the snow for a long while before coming to a stop.
Xu Qingzhao's body