Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

The woman hesitated for a while, finally nodded, stood up and followed the team.

Although she hadn't spoken a word yet, it could be seen from the way she tightly held the dry food given by Xiao Zhixue that she had decided to trust this group of kind people she had met by chance.

The team set off again, and this time, they were no longer a group of individuals fighting on their own, but companions traveling side by side.

Although the wind and snow were strong, it no longer seemed so bitterly cold, because a warm flame was burning in everyone's heart, illuminating the unknown road ahead.

The woman hugged her knees tightly, her thin body trembling slightly in the cold wind, and her messy long hair was like a tattered curtain, covering half of her frightened face.

Her eyes passed through the gaps between the messy hair, with a hint of confusion and helplessness, and secretly looked at Xiao Zhixue standing not far away and the villagers with different expressions.

Xiao Zhixue keenly noticed her slight body tremor, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pity in her heart. The strange atmosphere caused by her sudden action seemed to disappear with this slight tremor.

Xiao Zhixue observed carefully and found that there was no malice in the woman's eyes.

The action of knocking Aunt Hu and Guo Jia unconscious with snowballs might have been just an instinctive reaction after being suddenly frightened, a helpless act to protect oneself from external interference.

Xiao Zhixue secretly wondered in her heart, why would such a lonely woman appear alone in this uninhabited mountain forest?

Is she really living in seclusion here, isolated from the world?

At this moment, Xiao Zhixue's eyes fell on the thin and old wedding dress on the woman. The thin fabric could not resist the cold in the mountains at all. The woman's exposed ankles had turned purple from the cold, and a layer of tiny goose bumps appeared on her skin.

Thinking that the original owner of her current body also had a pure and innocent heart, Xiao Zhixue couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in her heart, and she was full of sympathy for this woman who had a similarly unfortunate fate.

So, Xiao Zhixue gently opened her personal space, took out a brightly colored fruit, and gently handed it to the woman.

The woman seemed to be extremely hungry. She took the fruit almost snatched it and chewed it desperately. Her eager look was heartbreaking.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhixue asked softly, "Can you tell me your name? And where is your home? If you are willing to tell me, I can give you more fruit."

When the woman heard this, she seemed to understand something.

When she swallowed the last bite of fruit pulp, she slowly raised her finger, pointed to a hazy mountain in the distance, and answered in a hoarse but childish voice: "My home is far away over there. People used to call me An Ying'er."

As soon as she finished speaking, the strange and abrupt laughter sounded again. The woman hurriedly stretched out her hands covered with mud and fallen leaves, her eyes full of desire, and asked Xiao Zhixue for the gift of food again.

Xiao Zhixue did not hesitate and took out another fruit from the space and handed it to An Ying'er.

Looking at An Ying'er wolfing down the food, Xiao Zhixue came up with a plan.

Getting lost in this vast forest is not a long-term solution. Even if she and Fan Yanmu can endure this hardship, the physical strength and will of their family members and villagers who are traveling with them are already close to the limit, not to mention the sharp cold wind that makes everyone shiver with cold.

Xiao Zhixue thought to herself that if she could let An Ying'er take them to her so-called home to stay for one night, they could at least temporarily escape from their current predicament.

At this moment, the unconscious Aunt Hu slowly woke up. Seeing the scene in front of her, she instinctively wanted to scream, but was stopped by Xiao Zhixue's quick "hush". Xiao Zhixue signaled her with her eyes to keep quiet, for fear of disturbing the seemingly fragile An Ying'er again.

Although Aunt Hu didn't understand why Xiao Zhixue dared to be so close to this woman who was regarded as a "female ghost" by the villagers, under Xiao Zhixue's firm gaze, she still obediently covered her mouth and dared not move.

An Ying'er quickly finished the fruit in her hand, and impatiently stretched out her hand to Xiao Zhixue, looking forward to the arrival of the next portion of food.

This time, although Xiao Zhixue held the fruit in her hand, she did not hand it over immediately. Instead, she put on a warm smile and asked An Ying'er, "Ying'er, can we stay at your house for one night and leave at dawn tomorrow?"

An Ying'er's eyes were fixed on the fruit in Xiao Zhixue's hand. She swallowed unconsciously, as if she was weighing something.

The skin of that fruit shone with a gentle luster like the sunset. Every time she took a bite, there was a crisp sound accompanied by the sweet juice bursting in her mouth. An Ying'er felt unprecedented happiness and satisfaction in this simple and pure taste.

She stared at the little miracle in her hands, and it seemed as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

Seeing An Ying'er so obsessed with this fruit, Xiao Zhixue showed a gentle smile on her face. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, gently brushing everyone's heart, "As long as you are willing to lead us to your home to rest for a while, this unforgettable delicacy will be yours."

Her eyes were full of sincerity that was hard to refuse.

An Ying'er looked up and carefully looked at the woman who spoke so sincerely.

Xiao Zhixue had a warm face, and the kindness between her brows seemed to be able to dispel the cold of winter, and An Ying'er's guard gradually relaxed.

Finally, she stood up and walked towards her simple but warm little house with hesitant but firm steps.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Zhixue immediately called for a group of people to follow, and especially noticed the unconscious Guo Jia. She turned to the taciturn Ying Yi and said, "Ying Yi, please carry Guo Jia on your back and go forward together."

Yingyi, just like his name, moved quickly and quietly. He took a few steps to Guo Jia's side and carried him steadily on his broad back. Without any extra words, he proved his reliability with his actions.

The villagers hurriedly packed up their scattered luggage and followed An Ying'er closely. Although they still felt a little uneasy, the unknown fear had been confirmed to be a false alarm. Instead, they were filled with curiosity and sympathy for the thin woman in front of them.

An Ying'er is an excellent martial artist. Her figure jumps lightly in the woods, like an elf in the forest.

Xiao Zhixue was worried that everyone couldn't keep up, so she hurriedly shouted, "Miss An, slow down a little, we can't keep up with you!"

Hearing this, An Ying'er turned around and looked back. A hint of realization flashed in her clear eyes. She then adjusted her pace so that the entire team could keep up calmly.

After a long journey, the group finally arrived at a wooden house in a remote corner.

Although the wooden house has a simple structure, its appearance reveals a rustic beauty, but the door is closed and the interior is dark and silent, giving people a feeling of silence and loneliness.

An Ying'er gently pushed open the creaking door and walked into the house, calling out with some expectation, "Husband, Ying'er is home."