No Longer Escaping (ABO) - Chapter 2

The group finally arrived at Wan Niang’s house, entered her small courtyard, and placed the soaked Yang Lulong on the bed in her room.

“Thank you, everyone. I can handle the rest now,” Wan Niang thanked the others.

“This person is completely soaked. How about I help her change?” the accompanying woman offered.

“I can do it myself. You’re busy helping Aunt Zhang, so I won’t trouble you.”

“Even though she’s a woman, she’s still a Qianyuan, after all…” the man said helplessly, but Wan Niang interrupted him.

“Brother Zhang, it’s fine. She’s unconscious and won’t wake up anytime soon. Didn’t I handle it when you got injured last time?”

“Mine was just a shoulder injury, and I’m a Zhongyong. This is a Qianyuan!” Brother Zhang said, still sounding helpless.

“By the way, Brother Zhang, you need to hurry and deliver your goods, don’t you?” the woman beside him reminded Brother Zhang.

“Oh! Crap!” Brother Zhang only remembered after the reminder. His firewood was still on the road from earlier. If he didn’t go get it quickly, it wouldn’t be good if someone took it. Remembering this, he hastily said goodbye to Wan Niang and the others, rushing to retrieve the firewood he’d left by the roadside. He had spent all morning diligently chopping it, and his newly bought axe was also in the pile.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help? I can just tell Aunt Zhang later; it won’t take long.”

“No need. It was already enough trouble bringing her here.”

“Well… in that case… I’ll get busy then and come find you when I’m done.”

“Thank you,” Wan Niang bid her farewell, then went into the room and to the bedside.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Yang Lulong. Her face was delicate and thin, a bit pale, with her willow-like brows furrowed. She then assessed her build, estimating her clothing size. She was probably only a few inches taller than herself, so her clothes would fit. Wan Niang got up to retrieve a change of clothes.

Yang Lulong, still feigning unconsciousness, had a bad feeling. Her heart grew increasingly tense. A cool sensation swept over her; her chest felt very cold. Her clothes were being removed. Yang Lulong instantly tensed her body. This was the first time in her life she’d been seen completely naked by someone else. She was both ashamed and scared, daring not to move, even holding her breath.

Wan Niang took a cloth, wiped the water from her body, and then changed her into dry clothes. She felt no particular shyness, only seeing herself as saving a life. After wiping her hair and changing the bedding to a dry set, she tucked her in. Everything was done in an orderly fashion.

Yang Lulong, who was initially ashamed and scared, felt an inexplicable pang of sadness. This feeling of being gently cared for was something she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. She absolutely had to thank this woman properly.

Just as she was thinking about how to thank Wan Niang, a warm hand touched her forehead, bringing that comforting jasmine scent again. Yang Lulong had never realized before that jasmine could make one feel so peaceful and warm.

The jasmine scent gradually faded. Yang Lulong opened her eyes and once again saw only the white figure.

She reached up and touched her forehead, wanting to relive that warmth, but such gentleness couldn’t be replicated. This made her a little disappointed. She withdrew her hand and began to observe her surroundings.

She had expected to be lying on a hospital bed in a clinic, but instead, it was a wooden bed with bed curtains. The room didn’t look like a clinic at all; it resembled an old, simple country house. Looking up, there wasn’t even an electric light, bearing no relation to modern life.

Seeing that her clothes had been changed, and after being soaked in water for so long, her phone was most likely ruined.

“Sigh…” So many troublesome things. Just thinking about them gave her a headache.

“You’re awake,” a voice interrupted her.

Yang Lulong quickly turned to look. What greeted her eyes was a girl in ancient clothing. Her ink-black hair reached her lower back. Her unadorned face was delicate, with downward-sloping eyes that gave her a gentle appearance. A smile played on her lips, warming the heart of the beholder. She held a porcelain bowl in her hand.

Yang Lulong opened her mouth, unsure what to say. Looking at the person’s attire and combining it with the room’s decor, a very improbable thought appeared in her mind.

Could she have… Transmigrated?