He walked to my side, grabbed my waist, and tucked me under his arm, preparing to leap. I tugged his sleeve: “Can we change positions?”
He thought for a moment, then hoisted me over his shoulder, my head hanging down.
Tears streamed down my face. “Hero, isn’t there a more comfortable way to carry me? Like holding me with both hands…”
He coldly replied, “Do you think I could use lightness kung fu while holding you with both hands?”
I gritted my teeth. “In that case, let’s return to the previous position. Thank you, hero. When I return home, I’ll have my husband reward you…”
Before I finished, he flipped me and tucked me under his right arm, leaping out the window.
The sky spun, the ground sank, my neck wailing, my intestines churning. The hero carried me over countless walls and rooftops covered in white snow, cold wind whistling down my neck. I could only desperately divert my consciousness, wondering why this hero resembled An Jin.
This physique, this waistline, and this strength… However, to my knowledge, An Jin does not know martial arts.
Originally, he was going to learn. At six, he excitedly carried a wooden sword longer than himself, telling me he was going to learn swordsmanship and asking if I liked his new look.
I told him that Liusheng WeiJie’s scholarly appearance was the future male standard in Yan Feng City, and that brute strength and fighting were crude, suitable only for supporting characters. He was discouraged, dragging his sword home dejectedly, never mentioning martial arts again.
The hero, able to move freely in the heavily guarded Qifeng Palace while carrying a human-shaped rice bag, clearly possessed high martial skills.
I lost myself in thought, growing numb, until the hero set me down. I nodded blankly at him. “Thanks, hero.”
Nearby, a memorial arch with hanging lanterns barely illuminated the willow-lined embankment. The hero stood by a willow tree, arms crossed, watching me.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I stiffened my face. “Hero, I’m going home. About the reward…”
“No need.”
I turned, walked a few steps, then stopped. “Hero, may I see your face?”
He sneered. “Don’t you know curiosity kills?”
I hesitated. “But I still want to see your face.”
