C652 The General's Tears Are Precious

Amidst the swirling snowstorm, two carriages struggled forward, muffled voices emanating from within.

"Seventh Jing, I feel like I'm dying."

"Starving?"

"No!"

"Freezing?"

"Not that either!"

"Then how?"

"Filthy to death."

"Hang in there. Once we reach the camp, you'll get a bath."

"Is it just about a bath? It's been ten days since I washed my face."

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