Wisps of smoke rose from within the deep mountains, adding a distinct sense of beauty to the isolation. This place lay deep in the mountains, rarely visited by anyone.
As the sun had just risen, a little girl dressed in coarse fabric, about thirteen or fourteen years old, ran into a house with a bowl of food, her face beaming with a smile.
"Sister, the food is ready. You guys can eat now," the little girl cheerfully called out as she ran over.
At the moment, a beautiful woman with big eyes, wearing coarse clothing and long hair, was sitting beside the bed, none other than Wang Qian.
Seeing the little girl come in, Wang Qian quickly thanked her and took the bowl.
"Is big brother feeling any better?" the little girl asked innocently, looking at Wang Qian.
Lying on the wooden bed, bound head to toe in bandages like a 'mummy', was Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu's current appearance bore a striking resemblance to the former Gao Zhitao. He stared at the ceiling with no reaction whatsoever.
