Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 150: Snow

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Snow

At night, Nanzhi and Shen Miaomiao huddled on the cart to rest with Zhiyu, leaving only Xiaohe standing guard outside.

Xiaohe looked at the people sleeping on the ground around him and just patted the mule.

He never thought the world would turn into this.

The great drought and heat have killed 2,432 people, and the disaster and famine have claimed 1,609 lives...

Thinking of this, the young man slightly closed his eyes, this was the seventh time, he wondered if they could succeed this time.

Nanzhi in the cart couldn’t sleep soundly and only sat up in the second half of the night with her eyes open.

She had a hunch that this body wouldn’t hold up much longer.

Having stealthily gotten out of the mule cart, Nanzhi found herself shaking from the cold.

"Sister Nanzhi? Can’t you sleep?"

Xiaohe seemed somewhat surprised when he saw her come out, and quietly called out to her.

Nanzhi nodded and said no more, but her eyes remained unblinkingly fixed on him.

Xiaohe felt her gaze and coughed lightly. He finally asked in some discomfort, "Sister Nanzhi, why do you keep looking at me? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"Who are you really?"

Nanzhi’s voice was cold and devoid of emotion. The words penetrated Xiaohe’s ears, causing his pupils to contract.

"Sister Nanzhi, what do you mean by that..."

The boy had lost his usual composure, and a rare confusion appeared on his face.

Watching him, Nanzhi’s suspicion seemed to be confirmed.

Who would believe a young boy who did hard work without any benefit in today’s world?

He always drove the cart and cooked. Shen Miaomiao said Xiaohe claimed to be Thirteen, the younger brother of Twelve, but even Twelve didn’t know his whereabouts when he was sent to Yan City by Shen Wenchen. How did this "Thirteen" locate them so easily?

If he said he came to them because he had no food to eat and couldn’t survive, she might have believed him more.

Considering the fact that Little Zhiyu said in school that his "brother" sent him to find herself, Nanzhi was even more curious about this young man’s identity.

"Where are you from, really?"

This question shattered the boy’s last hope. With hesitation, he barely whispered, "I’m just an ordinary handsome lad..."

Nanzhi’s eye twitched; this boy sure had thick skin.

"Are you a system? A Transmigrator? A mission-taker? Or anything else?"

When Nanzhi pointed her doubts at the mission-taker, the boy sighed with relief. After a pause, he chuckled and whispered, "Alright, Sister Nanzhi, here’s a secret: I’m an uncultivated system here for practice. It’s not my first time to do this."

"So you haven’t bound a host yet?" Nanzhi eyed him suspiciously, not believing the boy was telling the truth.

"Yeah, but hasn’t it not been determined yet?" Xiaohe chuckled awkwardly, with a punishment of thoughts racing in his mind, who was he to bind a host with?

Who could he even bind with?

"You’re not here to harm us, are you?"

"How could that be possible!"

The boy sounded excited and even looked a bit wronged; he had given her countless benefits!

Not only did he save her life a few days ago, but he also acted like a servant, driving the cart and cooking every day. How could she suspect him of being a villain?

Seeing his wronged look, Nanzhi didn’t question him further. She didn’t believe the boy’s words; who would blurt out their identity as a system?

Didn’t they say that systems would have bad outcomes if discovered by the Heavenly Path?

The one who boldly declared his identity must be either guilt-ridden or a fool.

However, during these days, he indeed didn’t do anything out of line and even helped her wholeheartedly...

Thinking of this, Nanzhi pulled out a pair of gloves from her bosom and handed them over, "This is for you. Thanks for your help these days."

Looking at the item in front of him, the boy froze for a moment before he finally reacted and accepted it, "Thank you, Sister Nanzhi."

"I’m sorry for my abruptness tonight. And thank you for your help these days. Don’t hesitate to call on me if you need my help one day."

After saying these words, Nanzhi sneezed and climbed back into the cart with chattering teeth.

It was so cold now...

Watching her retreating figure, the boy scratched his head, and then lowered his head to look at the gloves in his hands.

They were a pair of gloves with crooked stitches, looking dull and a bit ugly...

But they were somewhat pretty considering they were the first gift he had received. With this thought, a smile lit up his face as the boy tried the gloves on after a long time.

Feeling the rabbit fur lining inside the gloves, the boy’s face was filled with satisfaction. Even though he didn’t really need them, the feeling of receiving a gift just filled him with joy.

Just as he started to enjoy the feeling, he felt a sudden chill on his forehead. Looking up under the moonlight, he found snowflakes falling from the sky.

Looking at the oblivious people around him, the boy sighed softly.

The dawn of November 3

As the sky started to lighten, the first thing Nanzhi saw when she opened her eyes was a white light through the cart window.

She threw on a thick jacket before she gently lifted the cart curtain, but even with her light movements a lot of accumulated snow fell in, making her fingers freezing cold.

Nanzhi startled, watching the accumulated snow on her fingers gradually melt into water droplets.

Was it snowing?

Having lived in the south with her grandmother since childhood, and even picking a university that was neither in the south nor the north, this was the first time Nanzhi had seen accumulated snow.

However, the smile on her face froze as she jumped off the cart.

The snow was very deep, reaching up to the calves of her legs. It not only covered the uneven road surface but also buried many people.

People were lying on the ground, disheveled, with rigid limbs, and satisfied smiles on their faces. If Nanzhi didn’t know they had died, she would think they were having a beautiful dream.

The sudden snowstorm had killed many people overnight.

The refugees who survived by lucky chance didn’t have time to mourn. They could only drag their loved ones to the side of the road and continue their journey with their luggage.

Xiaohe came over with a pot of hot water just as he saw Nanzhi standing by the cart. He quickly came forward and asked, "Sister Nanzhi, why are you up so early?"

"Xiaohe, is this sort of thing common?"

Nanzhi was looking blankly at the scene in front of her.

The smile disappeared from Xiaohe’s face, only quietly replied, "The world is distorted now. Things like this will happen more and more, and become more and more common."

"So that’s why you’re here?" Nanzhi looked intensely at the young boy, not wanting to miss any changes in his expression.

The boy looked at Nanzhi, not choosing to conceal, but simply nodded.

He had come to this world, but he had failed too many times. If he couldn’t succeed this time, he might give up here altogether...

"I trust you."

If he could send Zhiyu to reality, he could definitely make this world better as well.

She wanted to lessen the disasters here as well, allowing the citizens to live in peace and prosperity, just like in her hometown.

However, she was not capable, and might not even live to see the next spring...

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