There Was Nothing Wrong With Those Words

The bullets nearly grazed their foreheads and impacted not far away, igniting an endlessly dusty sky. He Zhichu and Ye Xuan both laid motionless on the ground as if they had never even appeared. The soldiers chasing them waited for a while before gesturing to each other and raising their guns as they moved toward the area where He Zhichu and Ye Xuan had fallen with the intent of surrounded them.

He Zhichu laid on the ground with his ear pressed to the surface so he could hear the faint footsteps coming in from behind. From the quiet and careful footsteps, He Zhichu could tell there should be about seven soldiers, but they didn't seem to be very tall because the sound of footsteps on the ground was proportional to body weight.