The howling cold wind made the wooden door creak, causing the Beastmen inside the tower to scatter in a rush towards the main city,
while Wen Shu remained standing still, as if entirely unaffected by the cold.
Her long lashes were covered with snowflakes, and she stared intently at the gloomy horizon, overwhelmed by a strong sense of indignation and defiance.
Is it truly impossible to change fate?
As the snow falls, the affiliated cities close to the north would be frozen, and she could only follow the Beastmen to Yasen City.
But in the original story, it never snowed in Beast City.
She vaguely felt an invisible giant hand was pulling the deviated plot back on track.
Heading to Yasen City was a crucial part for Bai Qiao and Lucius to bond as uncle and nephew.
The original character also suffered a tarnished reputation in Yasen City because of seducing Bai Qiao’s male, nearly causing her miscarriage.
This part of the plot occurred before Bai Qiao was captured into Black Thorn Valley.
Thinking of this, the anger in Wen Shu’s heart was doused by the heavy snow, leaving a deep sense of powerlessness.
They rescued Bai Qiao from the brigands, yet inadvertently corrected the plot’s development...
Does it mean that no matter how she struggles, she cannot escape the original ending?
Seeing her eyes full of confusion, her face growing increasingly grim, Wu Xuan hurriedly nudged her face, "Ashu? What’s wrong?"
But she acted as if she couldn’t hear him, standing there in a daze, allowing the icy snow to seep into her collar.
Right then, she felt a lightness in her arms, and a thick layer of animal fur covered her head.
Before she could respond, she was suddenly lifted into the air, tightly embraced by someone.
Nan’s masked face, covered with fine snow, unexpectedly appeared in her line of sight.
"Wen Shu."
His usually gentle voice was filled with repressed anger, his arms tightening around her, pressing her against his chest.
Wen Shu was held so tightly it hurt, yet she had no mind to speak, merely lying limp in Nan’s arms, staring blankly at the snowflakes above. The source of thɪs content is novel⟡fire.net
Nan pursed his lips, his rational mind swayed by emotions, unaware of any impropriety.
He assumed her silence meant she saw no need to explain why she came to the tower or purchased the totem from Anbei City.
Thinking of these things, a dark shade silently surged in his eyes, nearly overflowing with intensity, but when he looked at Wen Shu, the words stuck in his throat, "You..."
He had never seen Wen Shu like this.
The female wrapped in animal fur, her face as pale as paper, her lips turning purple from the cold, yet she seemed oblivious, tilting her head to embrace the biting cold snow.
Nan’s pupils trembled slightly, his heart clenching tightly, and he hurriedly wrapped her face with animal fur, quickly gliding back to the wooden hut.
Placing her on the bed and covering her with a blanket, he gently cradled her face, "Ashu, what happened?"
He coaxed softly, his tone gentler than the moment a snowflake falls, "If anything troubles you, you can tell me, I’ll think of a way to help you."
Think of a way?
Wen Shu moved her eyes slightly, what other way is there?
The plot would correct itself, and she wanted to leave, but the snow blocked the roads.
Since crossing over, she’s been this unlucky, perhaps not by accident, but this world’s will forcing her back onto the "right" path.
Feeling the warmth beside her face, her gaze focused on Nan’s face.
He still wore a mask, his light yellow eyes filled with deep concern, seeing her finally come to her senses, his pupils expanded with excitement.
But he dared not speak rashly, fearing this fragile trust would quickly withdraw at any of his actions.
Wen Shu’s lips regained a hint of color and moved slightly, "Nan, would you really help me think of a way?"
Upon hearing her faint, hoarse voice, Nan’s throat tightened with a bitter sensation, his eyes reddened with heartache, "Of course, I..."
But before he could finish, Wen Shu interrupted him, her soft words stabbing straight into his heart like a blade.
"Can you make a Beast God Contract?"
Nan’s breath hitched, as he gazed into her amber eyes, catching a trace of wariness within them.
His long lashes trembled, a fine pain spread across his chest, yet the corners of his eyes held a faint smile, his tone sincere, "Alright, as long as it helps you, I can make as many Beast God Contracts as needed."
Sensing the caution once more from Wen Shu’s eyes, Nan immediately understood why she left him.
His pale eyes revealed a hint of sadness, his smile growing increasingly pained, "I will never tell anyone, Ashu’s secret..."
Seeing the beast pattern glow on his forehead, Wen Shu’s wariness eased a bit, but she noticed the beast pattern hadn’t dimmed yet.
She looked at Nan in confusion, noticing his full-of-sorrow eyes, still making vows with a smile, her heart skipped heavily.
"And never again will I deceive Ashu, nor use superpowers against Ashu, as long as it’s Ashu’s request, I’ll fulfill it even if it costs my life."
Nan gently caressed her cheek, his sincere eyes misted, yet restraining himself from shedding tears, "Ashu, believe me, all these years, only you have been willing to see me, come close to me..."
His warm fingertips brushed away the snow at the corner of Wen Shu’s eyes, "How could I possibly hurt you?"
Facing his tear-filled eyes, Wen Shu saw the undisguised pain and obsession in them, feeling a pang in her heart.
He was indeed very clever, in a mere instant, he accurately grasped all her defenses.
Yet he put everything into the vow...
Wen Shu didn’t know his past, but couldn’t help speculating about what kind of environment forced him to be so adept at reading people.
Even achieving this much, he still ended up in the tribe.
If she hadn’t taken over the original character, he might have silently perished one night.
No one would weep for him, no one would even notice...
She pressed her lips together, avoiding Nan’s gaze, "I believe what you say."
Hearing her sigh-like response, Nan was momentarily stunned, tears moistening the corners of his eyes, a smile broke out as he tightly embraced her, burying his whole face into her neck, "Ashu, thank you, thank you for still trusting me."
He held her so tight that Wen Shu’s arms hurt, she pushed against his chest to create some distance, "Let’s discuss the important matters first..."
Following her words, Nan released her, his hand tightly grasping her wrist, as if afraid she would leave.
Wen Shu, heavy-hearted, ignored this.
But even with her doubts about Nan dispelled, she still had other concerns.
Afraid the omnipresent world will might harm those who knew these things, she didn’t reveal everything.
Yet Nan deduced most of it from mere fragments.
He gazed thoughtfully at Wen Shu, "Might the Old Priest have a solution?"
Recalling Priest Bernard’s previous attitude, Wen Shu fell silent, it was worth asking, but she felt Priest Bernard wouldn’t help her, instead urging her to meet her end.
Seeing her silence, Nan tightened his grip on her hand, his voice gently soothing, "Ashu, even if it’s a dead end, there might be a hidden path to life, what’s more, it’s not yet a desperate situation."
"The quickest solution is to find the source and break the prophecy..."
He knew little, thinking only someone was forcing Wen Shu to sacrifice for some vague prophecy.
Upon hearing the first half of his words, Wen Shu froze on the spot.
A path to life in a dead end...
Her emotion-driven thoughts suddenly calmed down at this moment.
If fate cannot be changed, could she deceive the world’s will at the end, faking her death to escape?