C183 Chapter 183

Rain mixed with sleet pelted the ground, hissing as it hit.

Wu Gousheng lay on a scratchy, unknown kind of blanket, dressed in the mountain bandits’ clothes. The air—his body, the whole room—reeked of medicine.

Wan Qiqi had changed into fresh clothes too, with a fur-and-hide coat sewn by the bandits thrown over them. Her long hair was loosely tied back. Standing among the bandits