One stretch of mountain, one stretch of water.
As the sun slanted down once again, Shang Ruyi sat on the ground, her eyes stung by the golden sunlight, almost bringing her to tears, so she silently turned around. But because her hands were bound behind her back, the movement was extremely difficult.
Someone immediately shouted beside her, "What are you doing!?"
Shang Ruyi looked up but said nothing; Wo Xue, sitting beside her with hands similarly bound, immediately responded, "Why are you shouting!"
The one speaking was a soldier who squinted at Shang Ruyi and then looked at Wo Xue's face smeared with dust and bloodstains, feeling a surge of anger. After all, when they captured them yesterday, others were manageable, but this seemingly delicate woman gave them a lot of trouble, knocking several soldiers over due to their underestimation. Especially himself, whose bruises on his back hadn't faded, and his wrist faintly throbbed.
