The Chi Lin had a rich amount of fire-elemental energy. Placing the head in the tree house was like having a small heating stove. In a short time, the tree house had warmed up.
Yi Yun had brought in too many surprises this night, so Jiang Xiaorou decided against asking.
Although she had to lie down on the tree house’s wooden planks, she had never felt more secure than today.
Having eaten a meal, quenched her thirst, having a warm home and with Yi Yun by her side. What other thing in this world was more blissful than this?
“Yun-er, I’m so afraid this is all a dream…”
Jiang Xiaorou felt that everything was unreal. She feared sleeping, afraid that if she closed her eyes and opened them, she will find herself in that cold empty house with nothing but dirty cow dung, and the bad news of Yi Yun having died from an illness…
“It’s not a dream. Sis just sleep, I’ll protect you.” Yi Yun sat on a log bed beside her and held Jiang Xiaorou’s hand.
After feeling the heat from Yi Yun’s palm, Jiang Xiaorou obtained a peace of mind.
This warm touch allowed the tiredness to overwhelm her. Although she was unwilling to sleep, slowly she lost consciousness and fell asleep. This day, she had first learned of Yi Yun’s death, and then besieged by the villagers. She had been terribly frightened and her emotions were marked by big ups and downs, so she was totally exhausted.
Jiang Xiaorou entered dreamland and a blissful smile appeared on the corners of her mouth…