Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

as a gentle-looking female humanoid that looked a bit older than her.

As for thinking that she succeeded in stabbing the fiend behind her, she had been wrong.
The spear was just entangled by willow branches.

Ruan Qiuqiu bit her lip.
Having no other choice, she let go of the spear, quickly rolled to the side, and took out a bone knife for her animal skin backpack.
“Are you… a fiend?”

Qing Ruyi’s eyes were full of admiration.
Still, she didn’t intend to talk to her.
She changed her arm into a willow branch, tossed away the spear – that Ruan Qiuqiu greatly cherished because the spearhead was something Mr.
Gray Wolf had worked hard to hunt and bring back, and stretched out her willow branches to attack.

Seeing the willow branches coming towards her, Ruan Qiuqiu gritted her teeth.
She gripped the bone knife and planned to fight to the death.

“Big Sister Qiuqiu?” Just as the willow branches were about to pierce Ruan Qiuqiu’s eyes, a crisp child’s voice suddenly sounded from afar.
It was accompanied by the sound of messy footsteps in the snow.
“Grandpa, Big Sister Qiuqiu came.”

It was Little Yu.

Ruan Qiuqiu felt as if her heart had stopped beating.
Taking advantage of the fiend’s momentary surprise, she dodged to the side and shouted, “Don’t come here! There’s danger! Run away!”

Qing Ruyi raised her eyes.
Just as she was about to wave her willow branches, the wind brought the sound of a strange yet familiar gentle voice to her ears.

“What’s wrong? Where’s the danger? Is it those demons from the Fire Wolf Tribe? Grandpa will beat them away.”

It had been 23 years since they had last met.
The icy wind brought the voice that pierced Qing Ruyi’s heart.
Even though that voice had been engraved by the vicissitudes of life and helplessness of the past decades, it still stopped her in her tracks.