Maybe it was the blink of an eye, maybe it was half the night, A Miao didn't know how long she had been waiting, but she finally arrived at the moon.
The first ray of moonlight shone on the horse corpse, and then spread out.
A Miao stared at the arrow on the horse in a daze.
After dawn, she picked out the clothes that were still wearable from the pile of dead people, wrapped herself up layer by layer, picked up a broken knife, cut open the horse's belly, cut out several internal organs, and wrapped them in cloth.
A Miao looked at the place where he woke up, and finally took steps toward where the horse's head was pointing.