Mulan sat in front of a fire, trying to warm her hands. The fire was small. She had not had the strength or energy to search the surrounding woods for more than a handful of twigs. But as she tried to warm up, she wished she had spent a little more time gathering firewood.

Groaning, she pulled off her father’s boots. The rags she had stuffed in the shoes to help them fit better came out tinged red. Blisters, some new and some old, lined her feet, which were bloody and raw. She grimaced at the sight and then stretched them toward the fire. Reaching down, she grabbed her small food bag and looked inside. There was only one lonely apple remaining. Sighing, she offered it up to Black Wind, who devoured it.

“Maybe if I beg forgiveness, my family will take me back??.??.??.” she said when the sound of Black Wind’s chomping had grown quiet. The horse didn’t respond. Looking across the fire, Mulan’s eyes grew wide. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第1页/共10页