"General Yi Liang!" More men came cantering down the road on their horses, looking appalled that they had lost their leader.
I stared up at Zheng's face, unable to believe my eyes. He could walk.
He could walk!
Ignoring the burns on my palms, I pressed them to his cheeks, trying to figure out if I was dreaming. Perhaps I'd died in the fire and this was the punishment I was getting.
"Qingqing, Qingqing," he murmured over and over into my ear, holding me to him. This was real. It was real.
"General Yi Liang," someone said from behind Zheng. I looked up, seeing a group of 10 men surrounding and staring down at us. It made me stiffen, and I fought the urge to hide my face in Zheng's neck.
The men's presence snapped Zheng out of it. He loosened his hold on me, but froze when I cried out in pain. His hand had pressed right into the burn wound on my back.
"What happened?" Zheng demanded. At that, Lin Feng came up to report everything.
