Chapter 1691: The Beautiful Sister Cried
Mom, Mom, come quick, there are two people here! Oh, theyre covered in blood.
A clear and childlike girls voice echoed in the valley, prompting a plain-dressed woman to hurriedly come and see.
However, what she saw in front of her left her stunned and took her breath away.
These two individuals had emerged from the swamp, covered in mud; their clothes tattered, revealing gruesome wounds underneath.
Judging from their figures, one should be a man and the other a woman. They were both relatively young, but because their faces were covered in mud, those faces could not be seen clearly.
The woman looked around nervously a few times, then looked at her daughter, Little Nuo, where did you find these two people?
The little girl named Little Nuo tilted her head and said, They did float up from the mud! Little Nuo was playing with her toy dragon here, and suddenly they just popped up from the swamp.
Mom, they have a lot of blood on them. Shall we save them?
The woman hesitated. It was not because she was cruel, but because the mother and daughter were living such a difficult life now.
However, when she met the little girls crystal-clear eyes, the woman sighed. She couldnt bring herself to turn a blind eye to someone in need, no matter the circumstances.
The small valley, isolated from the world, was sparsely populated because of the lack of food.
However, in this valley, a simple thatched house was built, where the Little Nuo mother-and-daughter pair lived.
Little Nuo was 9 years old this year, but she had an unusually petite figure and a pale, sickly complexion, making her look like an undernourished child of less than 6 years old.
Despite her small and frail stature, with short limbs, she was earnestly taking care of the two people in the bed at this moment.
The one on the left was the brother. Judging from his figure, he must be only 14 years old. Little Nuo wiped the mud off his face and body, but she shuddered with fear.
That was because there were gruesome bloodstains on the boys face, like crimson worms winding their way across it, which was quite terrifying.
Moreover, even though the boy was soundly asleep, Little Nuo couldnt shake the eerie feeling of horror and didnt want to get too close.
Little Nuo patted her small chest and came to the unconscious sister.
The freshly washed towel wiped away the dried mud on her face bit by bit.
As the girls face slowly appeared in the dim light, Little Nuo let out a startled cry and widened her eyes in disbelief.
Hearing Little Nuos scream, the woman who was preparing dinner outside hurried in and was about to ask her daughter what happened. However, her eyes fell on the girls face, and she was also shocked.
After a long while, Little Nuo stumbled and said, Mom mom, this sister She, she is so beautiful! So beautiful, just like the legendary goddess. No, she is more beautiful than the goddess.
Indeed, the girl lying in the bed, covered in dirt and wearing tattered clothes, was unbelievably gorgeous.
With such beauty, in the cultural context of Little Nuo and her mother, they didnt even know how to describe it with words. They could only stare in astonishment, completely captivated as women themselves.
After a while, Little Nuos mother finally snapped out of it, approached the girl cautiously, felt her breathing, and then felt her forehead.
She doesnt have a fever, and her body is warm. Thankfully, she is still alive.
Suddenly, Little Nuo lay down beside the bed and exclaimed, Oh, Mom, the beautiful sister is crying! Is there something hurting her? Should Little Nuo try to comfort her?
As the woman lowered her head, she saw glistening tears rolling down from the corner of the girls eyes, disappearing into the tattered sheets they lay on.
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