The liquor left in the water pouch was running low. An Jing and Li Wuyu didn't dare to drink much, fearing they wouldn't survive this interminable night and freeze to death in the mountains.
Only when their bodies felt a bit warmer and she believed she could get back in the water did An Jing write on Li Wuyu's hand: "I'm going into their camp to check things out. Can you handle it? If not, stay here."
Without venturing into the tiger's den, how could she seize the tiger's cub? She needed to gather more enemy intelligence to bring back.
Li Wuyu immediately grabbed An Jing's hand, and with some urgency, wrote on it: "I can! I'll go with you!"
She wasn't as resistant to the cold as An Jing, but since she came ashore earlier than her, although her body was still chilled, she wasn't shivering anymore. She wasn't someone who feared death. Besides, in this moment, there was no room for cowardice.
She was determined to go, even if it meant sacrificing herself. She would have no regrets.
