The sky was high and the clouds were light, and the morning light was faint. The rising sun shone on the land of Loulan, which had experienced wind and rain for thousands of years, and also fell on Na Luo, who had not slept all night, reflecting a kind of golden brown light in her eyes.
After tossing and turning in bed all night, Na Luo finally made a decision.
She wanted to leave here.
The Han caravan that would pass through the border in a few days might be a good opportunity to take her away.
This hasty decision was a bit unfair to her uncle, but it was the only way she could think of at the moment.
Waiting for death was definitely not her character.
The next morning, Na Luo went out to herd sheep as usual, and did not show any strange emotions in front of her aunt. In the evening, she left a part of the remaining dinner and slipped into the sheepfold while her aunt fell asleep. I don't know if my aunt was kind today, but the dinner she prepared for her was actually a few hot pancakes.
The boy seemed to be in a slightly better spirit than before, but his face was still as pale as paper. Sitting quietly on the haystack, his long black hair scattered like seaweed, he looked like an elegant black orchid waiting for the breeze in the dark night, exuding a calm and surprising beauty.
"Fu Zhao, do you feel better today?" Na Luo put the food in front of him and asked with concern.
Fu Zhao nodded gently, "The wound doesn't seem to hurt so much. Thank you for your care these two days, Na Luo. I think I should be able to leave here soon."
"That's good. Because we may have to leave here early." Na Luo was hesitating whether to tell him about that matter, and suddenly raised her eyes to find that he was looking at her with a complicated look.
"Here...what's wrong?" His eyes seemed to fall on the back of her hand unintentionally - there was a long scar that had just healed.
Na Luo was slightly stunned, and immediately pretended to be nonchalant, "It's nothing, it was just that my aunt accidentally scalded my hand with hot water a few days ago."
"Na Luo, where are your parents?" His eyes quickly swept over the other scars she wanted to hide, and his dark eyes gathered a dark light of unknown meaning.
"Parents?" She lowered her eyelids, covering her emotions with thick light brown eyelashes, "The day I met you was the day my parents were executed in public. My father is the best witch doctor in Loulan, but they say that my father used medicine recklessly and killed Princess Dana's child..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped talking and didn't continue.
The scene of blood flying when her parents were beheaded was like a huge and heavy nightmare pressing on her chest.
It never went away.
Fu Zhao looked at her without saying a word, and suddenly stretched out his hand slowly, little by little, like time gently spreading, until - touching the light pink scar.
"Do you know? In our Han Dynasty, there is a very special tree. Its leaves are as red as fire and as bright as the morning glow. After the freezing wind and frost of winter, the prosperity of spring, and the scorching heat of summer, in autumn, the scarred leaves will all stretch out, and at that moment, present an amazing beauty. Its name is - it is called maple tree." His black eyes gradually became as warm as sweet spring water, "Na Luo, people are the same." Na Luo was stunned there, and an indescribable softness gradually wrapped her heart. Although the wound was faintly painful because of his touch, the pain was accompanied by waves of sad tenderness. Suddenly, she felt a drop of warm liquid gently sliding down her cold cheek, and soon disappeared at the edge of her lips like a footprint in the snow...
"If only one day, I could see this kind of maple tree..." she murmured.
"Then just follow me." He didn't understand why he said this impulsively, perhaps because she was his savior, or because her miserable life touched his heart at some point.
Hearing this, Na Luo seemed to come back to his senses and hurriedly changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. When I went to herd sheep today, I had already inquired that the Han merchant caravan might pass by here tomorrow night. I wonder if your body can handle it then?"
Fu Zhao's face suddenly lit up, and he answered very straightforwardly with three words, "No problem."
Na Luo had just left the sheepfold when he happened to see a familiar figure walking out in a hurry. In the dark night, she couldn't see the person's face clearly, but she could roughly tell that the woman should be her aunt.
It was really strange, where was her aunt going so late? Could it be that her aunt had some secrets to hide from her uncle?
Confused, she quietly followed.
I saw that my aunt didn't walk far before she turned into a simple house next to her. Na Luo was even more suspicious. The house had been uninhabited for years. How could my aunt come here alone? The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She walked forward quickly, bent down and hid under the window to listen carefully to the movement inside.
"I have done what you asked. Tina paid the deposit and will take Na Luo away in two days." The voice of my aunt came from the room without surprise, "But is this really feasible? If I sell her to Tina, my future life may be like falling into hell... Do you really have the heart to push your own niece into the fire pit?"
Na Luo was shocked. What did my aunt say? My niece? Then the person my aunt wanted to see secretly was.....
Just then, an extremely familiar voice came into her ears, "Otherwise, do you have a better way?"
Boom! Just then, there was a thunder in the sky, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain fell without any sign.
Na Luo only felt a buzzing in his ears, but he still tried his best to hear what the other party said next.
"My eldest brother threw this mess to me. Not only did we lose all our property because of him, but we have to help him raise this child. It's simply inexplicable. I wanted to use your troubles to make her leave on her own. But it seems that it won't work at all. I have no choice but to do this."
"In the eyes of the neighbors, I am a wicked aunt, and you are a good uncle who loves your niece. But in fact, who knows that the person who wants her to disappear the most is actually her good uncle." Aunt laughed with a hint of sarcasm, "This time, everyone will only think that I am taking advantage of your absence to do bad things, but it will not affect your good reputation at all."
"Aya, I know I have wronged you. But you also know that I have always wanted Asan's father to introduce me to his uncle's caravan. He has always sympathized with me and Na Luo, so this evil thing can only be left to you."
"Who told me to be your wife? I am still looking forward to living the good life with you in the future."
The two whispered a few words and laughed softly again.
The color quickly faded from Na Luo's face. She subconsciously clenched her hands, but found that her fingertips were already as cold as ice. The chill spread all over her body and reached deep into her heart! Her whole body seemed to be frozen in place, and even the running blood froze into ice. She couldn't move for a long time. The rain hit her face like a whip, and she shivered in pain.