CHAPTER 1127: 1205: ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT HER, ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT GOING HOME.

In the snowy wilderness, a disheveled man dressed in beast skin, his arms and thighs exposed, his skin frostbitten with patches of blue and purple, with many chilblains as well.

"Awoooo~~~" A Silver Wolf sprinted towards the man, who sat cross-legged on the snowy ground without any expression. Upon hearing the sound, he lifted his head, woodenly looking at the Silver Wolf.

Then, he turned his head back, gazing at the scattered dry branches on the ground.

In the depths of his memory, there was a little dark girl squatting on the ground, drilling into the wood with her little dark paws. She later said that it was called fire drilling, but that time, she didn’t succeed; she failed.

He picked up a piece of wood, recalling the girl’s appearance back then. That was the beginning of a change, at that time, she seemed to change into a different person.

To him, that was the beginning. Reflecting now, he found he couldn’t recall what that vicious and brutal woman used to look like. All he could remember was her smile, her tenderness, her occasional confusion, and her joyful, charming demeanor beneath him...

He placed the wood on the ground and then took out a small stick, filling the middle with some straw of unknown origin. His rough hands clasped together, holding the stick, and quickly rubbed it.

He didn’t show much expression on his face, rubbing for a long time until his hands ached, but it seemed like he was determined to persist. He did not know how long it took, but the wind and snow grew stronger, the sky turned dark, and suddenly, a wisp of smoke appeared.

He froze, as the tiny spark was blown out by the strong wind.

He sat on the ground, dazed for quite some time, then slowly, despite being a tall man, wrapped his arms around his knees, burying his face in his arms, curling up...

Wife...

More than two years now, always missing her, always thinking of going home.

Wife...

He bit his lip in suppression, his shoulders seemed to be shaking, and if someone could see, his face was already wet with tears...

"Awoo?"

Beside him, the Silver Wolf watched him. It couldn’t understand human emotions or their yearning for home, it only knew that since a long time ago, this man had always been its companion.

The Silver Wolf nudged the man with its head. Only after a long while did the man lift his head from his arms.

He picked up the scattered wood and straw from the ground, then glanced at the Silver Wolf, "Xiao Hui, shall we go?"

The Silver Wolf got up, wagging its big tail as it followed behind the man.

***

Shu Yu drank the medicine and broke into a sweat, falling asleep shortly after. Perhaps the illness came violently and had tormented him for many days, leaving his body unable to endure. As a result, although he usually slept lightly, he slept deeply this time and was not awoken even by the loud disturbances outside each household.

Here’s how it happened: Not long after Shu Yu fell asleep, Dong Huiying heard a commotion outside. As she stepped out of the house, she saw the owner of the courtyard, an old lady with a full head of gray hair, standing at the gate.

"This is outrageous!" the old lady grumbled, "A man should behave himself at home, yet this wild man is not only ugly but also restless, surely unwanted! He even slaughtered Triangle Village; he’s out of line!"

People outside responded immediately: "Yes! We must catch him and bring him to justice!"