Delia and the three wolves moved simultaneously.
Evading the attacking wolves, Delia rolled towards the knife.
Quickly drawing her blade, she pierced through the gap created as the wolves attacked her.
The sensation of her back hitting the ground while rolling was painful, but there was no time to nurse it.
She couldn’t distinguish whether the blood blurring her vision was that of the wolves or her own.
Her feet were scorching, but she didn’t even consider inspecting them, almost tumbling down the mountain.
She ran with all her might, until her heart felt like it would burst, but was eventually surrounded by the wolves.
It was impossible to escape the predatory wolves on human feet.
The wolves slowly closed in on their prey.
They began to slowly corner the heavily breathing Delia.
“I won’t hold back anymore.”
Despite being cornered, Delia shouted defiantly.
She held the knife with both hands, but there was no strength in her injured left arm.
Gritting her teeth, Delia clenched the knife with her right hand.
“Bring it on.”
She fended off the attacking wolf with her knife and charged at the wolf in front of her.
Delia lunged and thrust forcefully into the wolf’s throat.
Thanks to a precise strike to its vital point, the wolf collapsed instantly.
The path was open.
The moment she got up to escape, a large shadow engulfed Delia.
A wolf from the left attacked Delia.
There was no time to evade.
There was no time to extract the knife lodged in the wolf’s throat.
When she regained her senses, Delia was trapped beneath the heavy paw of the wolf.
The wolf’s sharp forepaw pressed heavily onto Delia’s squirming shoulder.
Grrr, a low growl accompanied by hot breath grazed her cheek.
The fierce fangs glistened in the moonlight.
What should I do?
Her breath was getting shorter.
The remaining wolves slowly circled Delia.
Is this the end?
Delia’s eyes filled with despair, losing their focus.
As if preparing for the end, the moment Delia, gasping for breath, looked up at the night sky.
Several shooting stars fell like rain in the black night sky.
“No.”
Delia’s frail voice exhaled like a sigh, filled with despair.
Red afterimages were embroidered vividly on her blue eyes, soaked with tears.
The shooting stars fell around the wolves, brightly illuminating the surroundings.
It was a thrown torch.
The wolves, surrounded by the hot torch, hesitated.
Bang.
The moment the wolves’ attention was dispersed, a loud gunshot rang out.
Simultaneously, the wolf that was hit fell on top of Delia.
“Ugh.”
Crushed beneath the wolf, Delia gasped for breath.
Her lungs were so constricted she couldn’t even scream out loud.
In the meantime, successive gunshots rang, and the wolves surrounding Delia fell one after another.
As all the wolves fell, the forest was once again shrouded in eerie silence.
The strong smell of gunpowder and the pungent smell of blood lingered.
If there was a hell, this would be it.
Delia closed her eyes weakly against the wave of emptiness rushing in like a flood.
Clipclop, clipclop, the calm sound of horse hooves tore through the silence, approaching Delia.
The horse stopped at a close distance, and someone dismounted.
Someone’s footsteps treading on the grass echoed in her ears.
She instinctively knew.
It was him.
The commanderinchief who had come to catch the escaped prisoner.
A heavy sigh slipped through Delia’s slightly opened lips.
As if trying to avoid the approaching figure, Delia hid beneath the body of the dead wolf.
She hid her body as if escaping, but the body of the wolf that had been crushing Delia was lifted and removed by someone.
The heat that had covered her body disappeared, and she began to shiver.
Delia clenched her eyes tighter and curled up her body.
There was something to say, but he remained silent.
Thanks to the stifling silence, she could feel his gaze clearly.
Even with her eyes closed, the feeling of his gaze brushing her body was vivid.
It felt as if only the part where his gaze touched was being heated up.
In the end, unable to bear the awkward silence, Delia opened her mouth.
“I could have handled it myself.”
Even in a neardeath situation, Delia refused to bow down easily.
Despite Delia’s stubborn words, he remained silent.
“I could have killed these bastards and escaped.”
Delia reaffirmed, squinting her eyes shut.
Aaron’s large hand touched Delia’s cheek, as she turned her face away.
As his warm and sturdy hand touched her skin, Delia closed her mouth.
She had lost even her last bit of pride to boast.
“Yes. I know.”
The hand that had been stroking her cheek gently tugged at her moonlit, shimmering golden hair.
The heavy feeling conveyed through her head was as if it was protecting Delia.
For a man who had come to steal Eorenti.
“And I must have come to take you like this.”
At his low rumbling answer, Delia slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she met his ashcolored eyes looking down at her.
Water welled up in Delia’s blue eyes.
In the end, the overflowing water fell as it was.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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