been with the rear unit all along, so Gaoshun had to be seen there.
Truth be told, it was only just now that Jinshi was realizing he really hadn’t slept for the past several days.
“How’s the girl?”
“She’s fine—so go sleep.”
Did he really look so tired? Maybe he did, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest. Gaoshun, clearly sick of Jinshi’s intransigence, pointed at a carriage. “I’d recommend keeping your distance.”
Jinshi promptly ignored him and entered the vehicle. There he discovered a diminutive young woman, soot-stained and blood-stippled, lying asleep on top of several blankets. She was curled up like an infant, making her look even smaller than she usually did. She was surrounded by a collection of objects wrapped in white cloths.
“The dead children of the Shi clan,” Gaoshun explained.
“Why is she sleeping with them?”
“You know it’s impossible to talk her out of something when she gets an idea in her head.”
He was right; this young woman, Maomao, had a distinct stubborn