Back in the room, Zhu Minglang saw Cao Juan sitting on the bed, lost in thought.
What kept her will from being completely crushed was her husband; she hoped to see her husband recover, to see her spared from the torment of icy cold.
"He'll get better, trust me," Zhu Minglang said to Cao Juan.
"You... you've gotten involved too, they won't let you go, you should escape while you still can," Cao Juan said.
"Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you anymore," Zhu Minglang said.
"You're just a kid, how can you fight against those people? Listen to me, leave before they notice," Cao Juan said.
"I heard it," Zhu Minglang said.
"You heard what?"
"Beneath the snowy mountain, I heard your plea. You were praying to heaven for someone to save you. I heard your voice from a very distant place, so I came," Zhu Minglang told Cao Juan.
Cao Juan had been persecuted to the point of isolation, and Zhu Minglang knew that only a divine being could comfort her now.
