It's raining.
Amidst the rain, Nan Hua carried Chen Yuan's body out of Han Yuan City without anyone noticing and walked towards the nearby temple. In the midst of war, the safest place was the temple because it wouldn't be attacked normally.
Of course, there would be exception to everything.
For example, if the temple decided to hide an important figure, then there was no other choice but to barge inside.
No one noticed her missing.
They were all busy celebrating their victory.
In the cold rain, Nan Hua carried Chen Yuan's body and walked to the top of the hill one step at a time. Her face was pale and her body was cold. Her expression was unreadable.
Slowly, she climbed the hill.
Soon, Nan Hua reached an empty area not far from Yi Shui Temple. She looked at Han Yuan City, which could be seen clearly from this direction and the light in her eyes dimmed.
She couldn't understand.
Her body felt heavy.
