So hungry...
So tired...
Wish I could just die...
Can't remember how long I've been lost.
The directions given by those people I met earlier were completely wrong, and there's no way back to Yili Village. I've been wandering in this forest for so long that I can't even find the way I came in.
During the day, in the forest, a cloaked person was dragging their weary steps, moving forward listlessly.
A strand of silvery white hair peeked out from the cloak's hood, stained with dirt, possibly from not being washed for ages, the strands almost tangled together.
So heavy.
Should I just throw away this sword?
Anyway, it's a failure. Keeping it will only make me sadder.
No way, being a swordsman without a sword is like being a man without ○○.
Under the cloak, a pale little face looked upwards.
Not far away, there was a wisp of white smoke, and there seemed to be a smell of meat.
The cloaked person gulped and quickened their pace.
By the lakeside.
