Feinie knelt in front of him, carefully brushing the frost and snow off his face and hair bit by bit with his hands, and struggled to pull out a few arrows from his body. Then she put her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and leaned against his cold embrace, seeming relieved and whispering softly: "I finally found you."
After a long time, Fei Nie stood up. Regardless of the thin layer of snow covering his body, he just struggled to carry the stiff man on his back, pulled out the spear covered with thick frost, and staggered towards the horses not far away.
"Go back, we won."