“Thank you.”
Yan Feiguang did not respond. He glanced at Shen Manyun standing up straight before turning his head away.
Shen Manyun lowered her head, not looking at his actions. Her gaze fell on the open collar of her nightgown, with two buttons undone.
Only after a moment did she realize and quickly turned her back, recalling that she was wearing a thin nightgown that wasn’t very decent.
The light dimmed as a heavy leather cloak draped over her. It carried the faint scent of soapberry, fresh and clean, the same as Yan Feiguang’s scent.
The cloak was indeed old. The stitching on the edges was slightly torn.
Shen Manyun wrapped herself in it and hurried to catch up with Yan Feiguang’s pace.
“Where are we going?” Shen Manyun asked softly, as she always spoke in a low voice.
“To Wuwang City. No matter where you come from, you can’t return now. The snow season is almost here.”
Yan Feiguang walked quickly, and Shen Manyun, busy listening to him, accidentally caught the corner of the cloak on a branch in the jungle.
The fabric tore, and Shen Manyun murmured, “Sorry, sorry.”
She felt terrible. Yan Feiguang had saved her, and kindly draped his cloak over her, yet she had torn it.
Hearing the sound of the fabric tearing, Yan Feiguang’s usually expressionless face showed a slight frown as his brows furrowed.
“Let’s go.”
He was indeed a good person. He didn’t scold Shen Manyun or show any signs of displeasure.
Shen Manyun was sent to the medical clinic in Wuwang City by Yan Feiguang, and then he left.
Shen Manyun had suffered many injuries in the wild.
The world in the book has cultivators and magic, which are dangerous for ordinary people everywhere.
The doctor at the clinic was named Song Yuchen, a young woman who was a bit older than Shen Manyun.
On the way, Shen Manyun walked back barefoot. Yan Feiguang had given her a cloak that covered her feet, so no one noticed. She didn’t mention it either.
Her feet were embedded with stones, and there was some bleeding. She wasn’t in good condition.
Song Yuchen was going to treat Shen Manyun’s wounds, but Shen Manyun thought for a moment, then grabbed the bandages and medicine from the medical kit.
“I’ll do it myself,” Shen Manyun said softly.
She wasn’t used to having others touch her and didn’t want to trouble the doctor with such trivial matters.
“Alright, just do it the way I told you,” Song Yuchen could only guide Shen Manyun from the side.
The medicine should have burned the wounds and caused pain, but Shen Manyun just furrowed her brows. It hurt a lot, but she tried not to show any discomfort.
She carefully kept her distance from everyone.
But Song Yuchen was very enthusiastic.
“Where are you from?” Song Yuchen handed Shen Manyun some gauze and asked.
“Sometimes, a random spirit storm can bring people from far away to the vicinity of Wuwang City. Before the snow season, the city lord arranges for them to go back.”
“A very far place…” Shen Manyun didn’t know what name to give her place of origin, so she could only answer truthfully, “Street 32, District 15.”
“That’s a long name. I’ve never heard of it. But you can’t go back now. You’ve never seen the snow season since you were born, right?
Only cultivators can act outside the safe areas during the snow season. You’ll have to wait until after the snow season to leave here. No one knows how long the snow season will last. It could be a lifetime.”
“Ah…” Shen Manyun didn’t expect there to be such a thing as a “snow season” in this world. She only remembered that the whole book was set in a snowy environment.
The story in the book focused on the female protagonist in the royal city, where everyone was a cultivator and there was no taboo about the seasons.
For ordinary people, the outside world was indeed dangerous.
Shen Manyun nodded, accepting her situation. Whether she was still dreaming or not, she needed to survive.
Although she had met Yan Feiguang from the book, she had no intention of engaging with him any further.
He saved her, and that was it. For him, there was no more to it.
His story was only related to the female protagonist, and what did it have to do with her?
What Shen Manyun needed to do now was to establish herself here and find a way to repay Yan Feiguang for saving her life.
Seeing Shen Manyun lost in thought, Song Yuchen thought she was worried about the medical fees and comforted her.
“The city lord has already paid for your medicine. Just stay here and rest for a few days.”
Shen Manyun was surprised that Yan Feiguang, as the city lord, had actually paid for the medical fees.
She nodded and softly said, “Thank you.”
What else could she say other than thank you? In this strange world, she knew nothing and had nothing.
“Your clothes are too torn. I took some new clothes that I haven’t had a chance to wear yet. I think they should fit you, since we’re about the same size.”
Song Yuchen was thoughtful and had already prepared clothes for Shen Manyun.
“If they don’t fit, once you’re better, I’ll take you to the tailor shop in the city to alter them,” Song Yuchen added.
“There’s a tailor shop?” Shen Manyun asked softly.
“Of course, Wuwang City has everything.”
Shen Manyun thought, I’m a seamstress, I should be able to find a way to go to the tailor shop in the city and find some work to do.
Once the wounds were treated, Song Yuchen took the medical kit and left, asking Shen Manyun to rest quietly.
The clinic’s partition was quiet and secluded, so Shen Manyun rested and changed clothes.
She saw that the cloak Yan Feiguang had given her was still there, with the edges of the fabric badly torn.
Shen Manyun picked up the torn area and squinted her eyes, carefully studying it for a long time.
The stitching on the cloak was done with intricate needlework, and the embroidery had broken off. Even if it could be repaired, the embroidery patterns couldn’t be restored.
Fortunately, she was a skilled seamstress, and although she wasn’t a master, she was quite adept at handling basic tasks that she did repeatedly every day.
She pushed open the partition in the clinic slightly and poked her head out to ask Song Yuchen:
“Does the clinic have any needles and thread?”
“There are some spare ones. Do you know how to sew?”
“Yes.”
Song Yuchen handed Shen Manyun a needle and thread kit.
Shen Manyun had planned to sit down and carefully mend Yan Feiguang’s clothes, but at that moment, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps from outside the window, as if some massive creature was stepping heavily on the ground.
Everything in this world was new to Shen Manyun, and she couldn’t resist the urge to push open the window and look outside.
The street outside the clinic was wide, and in the center, a dark giant beast was slowly moving by. It was as mighty as a lion and as agile as a tiger, its body completely black.
The rough reins were held by a pair of familiar hands.
It was Yan Feiguang. This terrifying giant beast was his mount. Behind him, a figure dressed in black followed.
The giant beast stopped in front of the clinic. It obediently lowered its body, and Yan Feiguang grabbed the collar of the black-clad person behind him and jumped off.