He had long been numb to such separations and deaths and was not too moved.
An Ye noticed the blood at her crouching feet and whispered in a hoarse voice, “Your wounds need to be treated.”
Xiao Zimo’s attention immediately shifted from Coachman Zhang. He saw his mother’s pale face, her clothes stained red, and even the ground was covered in blood.
“Mom.” Xiao Zimo looked at her nervously.
He didn’t want to lose his mother; he was terrified of losing her.
Bei Yutang sensed his uneasiness, took his hand, and softly soothed, “Mom is okay.”
Bei Yutang began to tend to the wound. Fortunately, she had brought plenty of medicine in the carriage for this trip. She quickly treated the wound.
“We can’t stay here for long. We need to leave as soon as possible.” An Ye said coldly.
Xiao Zimo immediately said, “We must bury Uncle Zhang.”
An Ye glanced at Coachman Zhang lying on the cold ground with an indifferent expression. He seemed not to understand why he should waste time burying a dead person.
Now they were being watched, and there was a high possibility they would return at any moment. They should leave as soon as possible, rather than wasting precious time over a dead body.
Bei Yutang saw through An Ye’s thoughts at a glance and said in a cold voice: “He died to save us, so he is our savior. If we abandon the body in the wilderness, what is the difference between us and these cold-blooded and ruthless killers?”
“Even if he didn’t die because of us, he was with us, making him our companion and our friend. You might be willing to watch his body lie exposed in the wilderness, but we can’t. We can’t give him a grand funeral, but we must bury him in peace.” (T/N: I remember how Yutang died in the wilderness! Woo…)
An Ye remained calm after being scolded by her, but a strange light flashed in his dark eyes.
In his world, there is no such thing as resting in peace. There is only survival and killing opponents.
From the moment he was admitted to the assassin training camp, everyone around him was an opponent. Only by killing everyone around him could he survive.
He had never had a companion, nor did he need one.
Bei Yutang and Xiao Zimo ignored An Ye. They walked straight into the woods, found a spot, and began digging a pit.
Just then, An Ye came over and quietly dug a pit nearby.
The three of them silently performed the same task.
Silver dragons flashed through the dark clouds on the horizon, accompanied by bursts of thunder. Soon, a wind arose, sweeping up a sky full of yellow sand and dust.
Plop!
One drop, two drops, the rain fell. Soon, it intensified, turning into a torrential downpour.
The three people’s vision blurred, but their hands never stopped moving.
After the pit was dug, An Ye placed Coachman Zhang’s body in it.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the three people were soaked, but no one left. A quarter of an hour later, the sign was erected on the grave. Bei Yutang used a dagger to carve the name of Coachman Zhang on the wooden sign.
Xiao Zimo and Bei Yutang bowed to the grave, while An Ye stood quietly by, watching.
The three people returned to the carriage.
Bei Yutang pulled clean clothes from the bag and had Xiao Zimo change into them, while she changed herself. Outside, An Ye drove in the rain.
“Let’s find shelter.” Bei Yutang said to An Ye, lifting a corner of the window.
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