Chapter 2: Breakthrough
After the panel ended, Li Yuan saw numbers again.
The numbers floated beside Yan Yu, showing "0~1".
He reached out to grab it, but his fingers passed through the "0~1".
He thought about it for a mont, looking at himself, and saw a "0~1" floating there as well.
"This is..."
Li Yuan focused his thoughts, and the numbers disappeared, then reappeared when he thought again. He suddenly understood sothing from the previous panel.
To verify his idea, he cautiously moved his left arm, trying to withdraw it without disturbing the woman.
Yet as he moved, the woman woke up.
Yan Yu, experiencing her first taste of intimacy, had transford from a girl into a woman, losing so of her innocence but gaining an alluring maturity and charm. Her eyes, like misted apricots, softly looked at the young man, and she panted lightly: "Brother Yuan, let’s lie down a bit more in the morning."
"Sister Yan... about last night..."
Yan Yu widened her eyes at him, paused for a mont, then sighed gently and spoke slowly: "Yesterday evening, I went to Aunt Wang’s house to borrow so grain and saw that Old Lin’s sick son had died.
Ah, being sick and having nothing to eat, isn’t it natural to die?
Our family is not that bad yet. We still have so money saved, but once it’s gone, I really don’t know how we’ll live, or what will happen to us.
If worse cos to worst, out of necessity, I would clean myself up, dress a bit, and you could sell
to the noble families in town.
But... I wanted to give my body to you first.
No matter where I live afterward or if I die, I’ll feel a bit better in my heart."
Yan Yu buried herself into the young man’s chest, her frail, snow-white shoulders trembling slightly, as she choked up: "Brother Yuan, I just want to be with you, not with anyone else..."
Li Yuan held the delicate woman in his arms tightly, saying: "Sister Yan, I’ll go outside for a bit. If we really can’t make it, we’ll use that ergency money of ours. I’ll figure sothing out for what’s ahead."
He withdrew his arm, donned his undergarnts, then put on his old cotton trousers. With a swift motion, he slipped his feet into boots, then grabbed the cotton-padded jacket from the rack,
"Mm..." Yan Yu nodded absentmindedly, then added, "There’s still a bowl of cold porridge left from last night, Brother Yuan, you should eat it."
Li Yuan acknowledged and went to the table, quickly downing half a bowl of cold porridge.
It was cold and rough, but at least his stomach felt sothing.
"I left half a bowl for you."
"Oh, Brother Yuan, you eat it all! I... I’m not going out anyway, so I can lie down a bit more. I’m not hungry."
"Eat it when I say so."
Li Yuan said as he slung the hunting bow over his back, tucked the firewood blade in place, grabbed the three-pronged oxhead fork, and stepped outside.
Suddenly, he paused, glancing to the side, and saw the floating "0~1" change to "1~2".
Li Yuan’s expression shifted slightly as he quickly left the house, looked around, and deliberately walked along the main path of the village, observing the villagers quietly.
Along the way, whenever he t soone, he could see numbers floating above their heads.
But most of them were "0~1".
Those holding sickles, hoes, shovels, however, displayed "1~2
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