Did You Miss Me Today, My Lady?

A person lay beside the winding river, their identity, character, and even whether they were alive or dead unknown.

Zhao Buli stepped around the figure on the ground, or perhaps the corpse, crouched by the water, scooped up a handful to drink, then washed her face and wiped down her sword.

Suddenly, a hand reached out behind her and grabbed her ankle, accompanied by a feeble cry for help. Xu Yu had told her: look less, get involved less, and you’ll live longer.

She paused, stood up, and turned toward the depths of the jungle. She took two steps, but couldn’t move. She tried two more... still nothing...

Looking at the claw clamped around her ankle, she began to consider whether she could chop it off without splattering blood on her clothes...

In the end, Zhao Buli still took the person in. As it turned out... the wretched thing was as clingy as glue, impossible to peel off or shake loose...