The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

The sky was dark, the ash-gray clouds enveloping the mountain peaks, making it almost impossible to distinguish between the sky and the ground.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, and the icy cold wind seemed to seep into the bones of anyone walking.

The branches were rustling in the wind, the mournful sound striking the hearts of everyone.

They had been too busy to watch the clouds, yet everyone could sense their approach.

Driven by a sense of urgency, they moved quickly.

Even Hu Zi and his group wouldn't dawdle, never considering running away.

To run now meant certain death.

Li Dahu felt quite surprised when he saw a large crowd ahead.

Especially seeing Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao, but not Zhang Baocheng, his expression was of mixed surprise and complex sorrow.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaoxiao was tightly embraced by a figure that rushed towards her.

"Dead girl, you scared your sister to death."

Jiang Yue hugged Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly, completely disregarding Jiang Xiaoxiao's strange outfit and the smell on her.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Jiang Xiaoxiao opened her arms but dared not hug her sister.

She indeed looked no better than a beggar.

The entire farm was in a frenzy, not expecting the forestry station from the mountain to send out a rescue team.

Twenty people really found Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao, real living people.

Many people gathered outside the brigade headquarters, peeking through the windows.

The house next to the brigade headquarters echoed with sobbing cries from Zhang Baocheng's family.

Zhang Baocheng was gone, and this matter would soon be impossible to conceal.

The family knew and cried mournfully there.

The eight poachers had already been locked in a room at the brigade headquarters, under special guard, and the police station had been notified.

With just one call from the brigade headquarters, it's heard that the county had already sent people since poaching is a serious matter.

And since there were eight individuals involved, this was undoubtedly a major case.

Taking advantage of the fact that snow had not yet fallen, despite the bad weather, the police station hurriedly sent people to pick them up, fearing that the roads would be difficult to navigate after heavy snow.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting explained their story to everyone, and they did not conceal the discovery that the brake line had been cut, as this was indeed a serious matter.

Everyone was outraged upon hearing this, but despite gathering all the clues, no one could definitively say who had cut the brake line.

With Zhang Baocheng gone, as Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao had predicted, this matter had turned into an unsolved mystery.

Among the crowd, they spotted Fang Hongmei's figure.

From her evasive expression, they inferred that there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that Fang Peizhong was indeed the culprit.

She was here to gather information.

Seeing them alive probably made her a bit worried.

Fang Hongmei rushed home.

After listening for a long time, she finally understood that Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting had discovered the brake line had been cut, but they had no evidence.

In other words, no one could say who had cut the tractor's brake line.

She finally felt at ease.

Fang Peizhong must not be implicated, not before he took them back to the city.

Fang Peizhong absolutely could not be implicated.

Without Fang Peizhong, how could Ye Hua's old wife help take them back to the city?

Now, their only hope rested on Ye Hua's sufficient influence.

To find a way to bring Fang Peizhong back, since everyone knew last year's quota for returning to the city had been issued.

Some people had already returned to the city, and surely this year there would be more.

Both of them were hoping for this opportunity to return to the city.

Fang Peizhong nervously asked Liu Hongmei.

"How is it?"

Tense and worried for a whole day!

From the moment Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao returned safely, Fang Peizhong was terrified, fearing he'd be taken away by the police.

Liu Hongmei disguised her disdain, "They said nothing, only mentioned discovering the brake line had been cut but didn't know who did it. There's also good news – Zhang Baocheng won't be returning."

Fang Peizhong beamed with joy, "What? Zhang Baocheng won't be returning? Is he dead? That's great, my luck is really good, even heaven is helping me. Alright, no need to worry now."

Fang Peizhong collapsed onto the kang.

These past few days he had been sleepless, unable to eat, worried that Zhang Baocheng would suddenly reappear.

Now that Zhang Baocheng was gone, no one knew what he had done.

What was there to worry about anymore?

No matter how capable Jiang Xiaoxiao was, she couldn't prove he was guilty.

He rolled over in happiness.

Outside, it started to snow.

Snowflakes in the sky grew more numerous, mixed with the cold wind.

Another heavy snow began to fall.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and the others reached the county town.

Jiang Yue unreservedly brought Mr. Wang to her home.

No choice.

This person was a lifesaver for their Xiao Xiao.

Though Mr. Wang was actually reluctant to come, having saved Jiang Xiaoxiao was akin to repaying a debt.

Now it seemed a bit like exploiting his kindness for a favor.

That was not his intention.

Yet Jiang Xiaoxiao and Jiang Yue insisted, as did Qin Ming.

They were brought to the county town in the police car along the way.

This time the police station dispatched three cars to escort the eight poachers.

Also taking Jiang Xiaoxiao and the others as witnesses.

After leaving the police station, Jiang Xiaoxiao, Song Moting, and Mr. Wang returned to Jiang Yue's home.

Jiang Yue had long prepared their rooms and cooked meals.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and the others first went to the bathhouse to wash off.

Mr. Wang changed into a set of clothes.

The clothes were Qin Ming's.

A bit big, but clean.

Now, the three of them were full and satisfied.

Jiang Xiaoxiao lay down and fell asleep.

She was exhausted, not having had a good night's sleep for days.

Mainly because her heart was uneasy.

Now back home, even though her sleep conditions had improved, chasing sleep became harder and harder.

Jiang Xiaoxiao tossed and turned before she drifted off.

But any slight noise would wake her.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoxiao was startled awake, finding Song Moting shaking her with a concerned look,

"Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao, wake up. It's okay, Xiao Xiao, wake up."

"What's wrong?"

She asked groggily, straining to prop herself up and gazing at him in the dim light.

The worry in Song Moting's eyes was evident; what had she done to make him so worried?

"What's the matter?"

"You were crying."

"I was crying?"

Her hand brushed over her wet cheeks, feeling moisture.

"Sorry!"

Then she flopped down beside him.

"It's nothing," she murmured awkwardly. "I do that occasionally."

"Cry in your sleep? Dream of something?"

Song Moting knew Jiang Xiaoxiao was a strong person, yet here she was crying in her sleep.

He was upset that he hadn't protected her well.

The recent ordeal felt like a nightmare.

"As far as I know, I didn't dream of anything."

She shrugged, hoping to seem indifferent.

She dreamed of past hardships, realizing that watching loved ones suffer was truly hard.

She couldn't bear to see them leaving her one by one.

She didn't like crying, especially without reason, it was maddening.

Tears made her seem fragile, which she hated.

She turned away from him, resting her head on her arm.

Eyes fixed on the darkness.

"Go back to sleep, it's okay."

His warm hand glided over her back, stopping at her waist.

"Sleep, I'm here, I'll never leave."

Jiang Xiaoxiao moved back, nestling into his embrace.

In search of long-lost warmth.

A large hand slipped under her clothes.

The night was gentle, and warm.

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