The wheels groaned against the grassland, their rhythmic grinding blending the monotony and tedium of the journey into the howling wind, as if whispering to every stranger venturing into these plains: this is the harsh, biting frost of a bitter land!
Inside the carriage, Lu Qingyan sat beside Khan Jili, who had been unconscious for days.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and a woman climbed inside, settling beside her. She reached out, felt for the Khan’s breath once more, and sighed. "He is still alive."
Chapter 163