No Longer Escaping (ABO) - Chapter 2

The group finally arrived at Wan Niang’s house. Entering her small courtyard, they placed the soaking wet Yang Lulong on the bed in her room.

“Thank you everyone. I can handle things from here,” Wan Niang said to the others, expressing her gratitude.

“This person is completely soaked. How about I help her change her clothes?” the woman who came with them suggested.

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

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

“Brother Zhang, it’s alright. She’s unconscious and probably won’t wake up for a while. Didn’t I take care of your injury last time?”

“My injury was just on the shoulder, and I’m a Zhongyong. This is a Qianyuan,” Brother Zhang said with resignation.

“That’s right, Brother Zhang, don’t you have to hurry and deliver the goods?” the woman beside him reminded Brother Zhang.

“Oh no! That’s bad.” Brother Zhang also remembered only after being reminded that his firewood was still on the road they had come from. If he didn’t hurry to get it, it wouldn’t be good if someone else took it. As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly bid farewell to Wan Niang and the others, rushing to retrieve his firewood left by the roadside. He had worked hard chopping it all morning, and his hatchet was also in the woodpile, a new one he had just bought.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help? I can talk to Aunt Zhang later, it won’t make a difference.”

“No need, bringing her over was already enough trouble for you all.”

“Well… if that’s the case… I’ll go take care of things first and come find you after I’m done.”

“Thank you all,” Wan Niang said, seeing her off before entering the house and going to the bedside.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Yang Lulong lying there. Her features were delicate, her face thin and somewhat pale, and her slender eyebrows were furrowed together. Looking at her figure, she estimated the clothing size. She was probably only a few inches taller than herself, so her own clothes should fit. She got up to fetch some clothes to change her into.

Yang Lulong, still pretending to be unconscious, had a bad feeling and became increasingly nervous. A cool sensation washed over her, her chest feeling very cold; her own clothes had been removed. Yang Lulong instantly tensed up. This was the first time in her life that she had been seen naked by someone else. She was both ashamed and scared, and didn’t dare to move, even holding her breath.

Wan Niang, holding a cloth, wiped the water from her body and then changed her into dry clothes. She didn’t feel much embarrassment, treating it as if she were saving someone. After helping her dry her hair and changing the wet bedding for dry ones, she tucked her in with the quilt, everything done in an orderly manner.

Yang Lulong, who had been both ashamed and scared, felt a sudden surge of inexplicable sadness. She seemed to have not experienced this kind of gentle care for a very long time. She definitely had to thank this girl properly.

Just as she was thinking about how to thank Wan Niang, a warm hand touched her forehead, accompanied by that comforting jasmine fragrance again. Yang Lulong had never realized before that the scent of jasmine could make someone feel so calm and warm.

The jasmine scent gradually faded away, and Yang Lulong opened her eyes, only to see that white figure again.

She reached out to touch her forehead, wanting to savor the warmth she had just felt, but that gentleness couldn’t be recreated. This made her a little disappointed. She withdrew her hand and began to observe her surroundings.

She had thought she was lying on a hospital bed in a clinic, but it was a wooden bed with bed curtains. Moreover, the room didn’t look like it belonged to a clinic at all. It resembled an old-fashioned house in the countryside, with simple decor. Looking up, she didn’t even see an electric light. It had no connection to modern life whatsoever.

Seeing that her clothes had been changed, and having been soaked in the water for so long, her phone was probably ruined.

“Sigh…” So many troubles, just thinking about them gave her a headache.

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

Yang Lulong hurriedly turned her head to look. What came into view was a girl dressed in ancient clothing. Her ink-black hair flowed down to her lower back. Her unmade-up face was very delicate, with slightly drooping eyes that gave her a gentle appearance, and a smile played on her lips, making one feel warm inside. She was holding a porcelain bowl in her hand.

Yang Lulong opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. Looking at the person’s attire and then at the room’s furnishings, a very unreliable thought appeared in her mind.

Could it be… that she had transmigrated?