On the mountain of Ze Gan in Yongzhou, the country of Wei.
A figure curled up in the cave, shivering.
Lu Ningxiang had not had a good sleep for three days. As the number of pursuers increased day by day, she could not go to any inhabited places at all. She could only hide in this cave and barely survive.
But now, even in the valley, the number of people searching for her had gradually increased. There were so many that she could already foresee the day she was captured.
"Hu…"
The cave was especially cold after the rain. Lu Ningxiang, whose clothes were extremely wet, let out a breath of cold air and rubbed her stiff hands with all her strength.
However, this rubbing did not bring her any warmth. Instead, she felt that her body was getting colder and colder.
At this moment, she really wanted to start a fire to warm her body, but she did not dare to do so because it would attract the people who were searching for her.
