RIN

Chapter 123

Over the next two days, An Sun's army continued moving forward along the mountainous path. All the soldiers were on high alert, none thinking to let their guard down. 

During the nights, the group of soldiers would rest and set up camp near the wall of the mountain to avoid the bottomless cliff. Each time, they'd take turns to stay on guard, the fire's burning embers reflecting on their stone-cold faces.

Once morning came, they'd quickly burn out the fire and resumed their journey up north.

At this point in time, as the final trace of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, light snow started falling from the skies, covering the tents. Snowflakes danced in the moonlight, followed by the gentle, whispering wind brushing against the camps set up tents.

Even with spending countless days in the ice-cold snow and low temperatures, Rin still found herself trembling from head to toe.

A few flakes of snow drifting down like flower petals on a light breeze, settled on her cheeks. Rin stared at the snowflakes, wondering absently if an early winter snowstorm would delay their journey.

Rin covered her mouth with her white palm and coughed.

A man's dark, smooth voice suddenly called, "Bai Lan,"

Rin shifted her gaze from the sky to the sound of the commanding voice. A tall man dressed in black, heavy armor, stood by the entrance of a tent, his arm holding the flap up.

The man's long, jet-black hair draped behind him with two locks resting on his shoulders, loose strands fluttering through the crisp air.

His nose was tall and straight, and his thin lips were currently curved downward with a deep frown. The icy aura around him gave the handsome man a more dangerous, alluring charm.

"Come inside, it's too cold outside."

Rin's eyes were smiling as she stared at the tall man and gently nodded her head before walking toward him.

An Sun's brows furrowed deeper. His head lowered slightly as his gaze landed her white complexion and noticed the lips that were usually rosy were now a faded pink.

An Sun frowned slightly, "You need to wear thicker clothing. Your body is too vulnerable to the cold weather."

They still had a long way to go until they reached the An Clan's main camp. The boy's frail, girlish body wouldn't last another day in the harsh temperatures.

The more An Sun thought of this, the more the scowl on his face deepened.

Rin's brows twitched slightly. Again, he called her body weak.

She looked up at him and smiled helplessly. "I assure you, Lord An, my body is not as weak as you see it. Even so, I thank you for your concerns."

The man arched a brow as if he didn't fully believe her but eventually said nothing and sighed.

"Get inside."

Rin smiled with a nod and entered the tent. At almost the exact moment the tent's flaps fell behind them, the subtle scent of steamed rice filled her nostrils.

During their trip, the group had a small variety of meals; all they could eat was dehydrated meat and bland, watery bean porridge.

At that moment, the fragrance of rice was heavenly. Rin's gaze fell upon the fragrant pot of steamed hard-grain rice on the table in the center of the tent.

Rin raised her eyebrows slightly and shot a glance in An Sun's direction. The man met her eyes and curled his lips up into a smirk, followed by a light chuckle.