Zhao Litang finally let go.
In the dark night, he sat alone beside the bed, his whole body cold, and he sat there quietly for most of the night.
He was covered in scars, worried about his family and his country. He hated it so much that his eyes turned red. He hated it so much that he wanted to kill everyone in the entire military camp. He hated it so much that he wanted to cut Amul into pieces.
However, he never thought of killing Alan Yue.
The person under him had been strangled to unconsciousness by him. The red marks on his neck had not yet healed but new wounds had appeared. He lay quietly with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Zhao Litang pulled the quilt over him and slowly lay down beside him.
When Zhao Litang rescued the little slave, he knew his tenacity and stubbornness.
—Every time they drove him away, he followed them again and again, and later he followed them all the way to the military camp and even to the battlefield.
The person in front of me has been following my footsteps for a long time without me noticing.
Zhao Litang also covered himself with the quilt, turned sideways, and put his arm around Alanyue.
He suddenly felt a little scared. If he had really been blinded by the crazy hatred and acted without any scruples...
Zhao Litang's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in a soft spot in his heart, as if something was being cut out from his heart bit by bit with a knife, and then the wound was cut into a bloody mess, and the pain made his eyes sore.
He looked at the peaceful profile of the person in his arms, and saw the crystal light flashing in the corners of his tightly closed eyes.
Zhao Litang lowered his head, kissed the corners of his eyes, and kissed the bitter tears into his mouth.
After doing these things, Zhao Litang finally realized what he had been doing.
He did not pull his hand back and continued to hold the person in his arms.
I looked out the window of the tent and it was still dark.
I can hug you for a while longer.
Amul has not returned from this battle for almost a month. Zhao Litang has not been tortured again and his injuries have almost healed, but he has also suffered a serious illness. If he forces himself to use his internal energy, he will be injured and vomit blood. After so many hardships, it is not easy for him to still be alive, so how can he ask for more
Fortunately, the injured leg is recovering slowly, but it still hurts after standing for a long time, so I need to rest for a few more days.
The weather was unusually cold that day. Even though charcoal fires were burning in the military tents, the chill could still be felt.
Until the soldiers outside shouted in surprise, "It's snowing! It's snowing!"
A Lanyue ran in wearing a thick plush cloak, with her little face buried in the white fox fur collar, making her look even whiter and more delicate. Her cheeks were a little rosy, and she looked in very good spirits. Her pair of dark eyes looked at Zhao Litang.
"General, it's snowing outside!"
Zhao Litang was sitting on the edge of the bed. Hearing the excitement in his tone, he just raised his eyes to look at him, then looked away.
A Lanyue walked over, squatted down, and half-crouched beside Zhao Litang's legs. Considering the injury on his leg, she didn't use much strength.
"General..." he asked softly, "Can you go for a walk with me?"
Zhao Litang didn't say anything, but just shook the iron chain tied to his ankle, making a crackling sound.
Alan Yue took out the key from somewhere, opened the chain, and then asked, "General, is this okay?"
Zhao Litang stood up and slowly walked out of the tent. Alanyue smiled and hurriedly followed him.
It was snowing heavily, with flakes floating down from the sky. A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.
Zhao Litang was walking in front, and A Lanyue was following behind him. There were also a number of barbarian soldiers following not too far away, watching Zhao Litang's every move at any time.
Zhao Litang looked at the snow flying all over the sky and suddenly stood still. He raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and felt the snowflakes falling on his face, then melting bit by bit. The cold snow water flowed down his chin into his clothes.
The brows that had been tense for a long time finally relaxed a little.
When I opened my eyes again, there was a figure standing next to me.
A Lan Yue has been looking at him.
"General...can I...walk beside you?"
Zhao Litang didn't respond, but just walked out again, but he didn't see the person next to him following him. He turned around and waited. A Lanyue stood there looking at him in some surprise and astonishment, then as if she suddenly realized something, she hurried over and walked to his side.
The two walked side by side in the snow.
Alan Yue stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes. His small palms were very cold, and the snowflakes did not melt even when they fell on them. He brought the snowflakes close to his eyes to look at them, with the corners of his mouth raised with joy.
"General..." Alan Yue held the snowflakes in her palm and said softly, "You know what? I heard that if two people walk in the snow together..."
He took a deep breath, "... just... just..."
He spoke the following words very softly, so softly that Zhao Litang couldn't hear it at all.
"What?" Zhao Litang asked.
"That's it. Let's grow old together."
Alan Yue's eyes sparkled, and the crescent moon mark on her fair face was bright and eye-catching, embellishing the whiteness of the world just right, adding a touch of red. For the first time, he mustered up great courage and dared to reveal his feelings, the kind of feelings filled with strong love and admiration, eager and full of hope.
His eyes seemed to carry a scorching heat that burned into Zhao Litang's heart.
At that moment, his sanity was burned to pieces and collapsed, his heart beating thump-thump in the snow.
The originally empty and incomplete chest cavity was now filled up completely.
After walking in the snow, Zhao Litang was escorted back to the tent and heavy chains were put on his ankles again. However, he had a strange feeling, as if something was different.
At night, Alan Yue came to the tent.
After Zhao Litang put his hand into his robe, he found that the body inside was frighteningly hot.
I walked in the snow for a long time during the day and might have caught a cold.
Zhao Litang stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. It was indeed very hot. No wonder his face looked so red all day. It turned out that it was not because of his good complexion, but because he was sick.
Zhao Litang wanted to call the soldiers outside to come in, but before he could say anything, a small hand covered his mouth.
There was some moisture in Alan Yue's eyes, perhaps because of the fever, she was a little confused, and the tone of her voice was softer than usual.
“General... No... I don’t want to leave... Don’t let them in... They... They will arrest me..." Zhao Litang pulled his hand down, "You have a fever and need to take medicine. They are not here to arrest you, they are here to take you for treatment." A Lanyue shook her head randomly, looking aggrieved and pitiful, with tears rolling down her eyes.
He shook his head and said, "No... No... Don't take medicine... Don't treat the disease..."
He opened his arms to Zhao Litang and said in a tearful voice, "... I want the general to hug me... If you hug me... I'll be fine..."
Zhao Litang was stunned for a moment and didn't move. Seeing A Lanyue's tears flowing more and more, he leaned down and hugged the naked person in his arms.
"Okay, stop crying."
A Lan Yue buried her head in his chest and rubbed it, but she cried even harder. He felt like he must be dreaming. Only the general in the dream would hug him so gently and tell him not to cry.
"General..." Alan Yue shouted in a daze, "I have never lied to you, never... Everything I did was from the bottom of my heart... But, but you don't believe me..."
"... I, I let you go, not because of my brother's conspiracy... I just want to see you return safely, and then... then I will leave, and I will return to the Barbarian Tribe..."
"I, I will still beg my brother... I will stop him from attacking the Celestial Empire again... We will go back to our own home and never come back again.
"... I hate war, I don't want the two countries to fight again... I don't want you to get hurt... Alanyue choked, "But, you don't believe it... You don't believe me... You hate me..." Zhao Litang raised his hand to wipe away his tears, his breathing and fingertips trembling slightly.
A Lanyue said again, "General, do you know? I like you."
Zhao Litang suddenly stopped, and the arm around the person in his arms tightened a little. A Lanyue's eyes were blurred, and she climbed up Zhao Litang's shoulder and leaned close to his ear.
"General, I like you..."
"I like you..."
"I like you..."
"I really like you very much, I really like you..."
He said it many times, his voice getting weaker and weaker, but he still said it stubbornly over and over again.
His body was still burning, and he might not know what he was saying because his consciousness was hazy. Or he might forget what he said when he woke up.
He was extremely fragile, his body was limp and he didn't have any strength at all. Even when I held him in my arms, he felt light and fluttery.
Zhao Litang could only hug him tightly, burying his face in his neck, and then said sullenly, "I know, let's go to sleep."
After Alan Yue really fell asleep, Zhao Litang still asked someone to come in and take him away. He was still running a fever and had to see a doctor and take medicine. Besides, the tent was so cold that he couldn't sleep here.
After the tent became quiet again, Zhao Litang sat by the bed without moving.
There was still some warmth left in the bedding, but Zhao Litang didn't want to lie down, so he sat there all night.
Unexpectedly, on the second day, A Lanyue returned to Zhao Litang's tent. Several barbarian soldiers brought charcoal fire, and the cold tent suddenly became much warmer.
Zhao Litang had never taken care of anyone else, but he personally fed A Lanyue the medicine.
During the day, someone would bring in food, and Zhao Litang would feed A Lanyue again.
At night, the charcoal fire in the tent burned all night long. Zhao Litang held A Lanyue and lay on the bed, doing nothing but hugging him tightly from behind, fearing that he would be cold and trying to keep him warm.
Alan Yue hadn't been sick for a long time, but as soon as she woke up, she suffered from a torturous illness.
Zhao Litang has been taking care of him patiently.
Stop being mean to him.
No more pushing him away.