She grabbed the rope, feeling it secured at the other end, someone pulling her up.

She climbed up the rock wall with effort, then sat down heavily on flat ground.

After catching her breath a few times, she heard a voice drifting over:

"Are you okay?"

It was a man’s voice, speaking in Chinese, with a unique tone, deep and slightly husky, in the dim forest, demanding attention.

She looked up, her pupils slightly tense.

It was a very young European man; rather than saying he was a man, it was more accurate to describe him as a typical handsome young Westerner.

He was about 188cm tall, dressed in outdoor sportswear, carrying a large climbing backpack, with light brown hair gently drifting in the evening wind, lean and well-proportioned stature, limbs long and agile, gallant, and a pair of deep brown eyes looked over.

This man... is not from Beiming Hall!

She had stayed at Beiming Hall for so many days and had never seen this face.

Moreover, the subordinates of Beiming Hall do not dress like this...

"You... you are not from Beiming Hall?" She widened her eyes.

"I never said I was from Beiming Hall." The man shrugged.

"Then you... you..." She stammered, possibly not yet recovered from falling into the trap, somewhat out of breath, unable to speak coherently.

The man very considerately curled his lips, proactively helping her finish the sentence: "Why am I in the forest near the Si Family’s castle?"

She nodded.

The man’s lips curved into a light mocking arc: "Do you think the whole of A Country is Beiming Hall’s turf? Is there no one living near Beiming Hall?"

She realized: "You live near Beiming Hall? But this is Si Yuheng’s private forest... You’re not afraid..."

"Such a large forest, so much prey, letting only Beiming Hall enjoy it would be a waste, wouldn’t it?"

Liang Anya looked at his bulging backpack and outfit and understood, "You’re... sneaking in to hunt?"

The man said nothing, shrugged with a laugh, completely fearless.

Liang Anya looked around, indeed, Si Yuheng monopolizing such a large forest, even with many subordinates, couldn’t keep strict watch over every place, surely there would be outsiders sneaking in to hunt.

Europeans like to treat hunting as a sport, just like Chinese people enjoy shopping and building the Great Wall, it’s a very popular and ordinary hobby.

"Then, thank you..." She still remembered to find the runaway Queen, oh yes... also the King, sigh, truly unlucky.

"Wait a minute." Seeing her about to leave, the man stopped her lightly.

She felt puzzled.

"You are someone from Beiming Hall." The man wasn’t asking her, but using a statement.

She was taken aback, nodded, not surprised he guessed she was from Beiming Hall.

To dare move around in Si Yuheng’s private forest, apart from brazen hunters like him, probably only people from Beiming Hall.

The man’s brow furrowed as he slowly walked forward, suddenly raised his hand, pressing a hunting rifle under her chin: "How should I believe you won’t report me?"

Liang Anya was shocked, quickly said, "I’m just a guest at Beiming Hall, staying temporarily, I don’t have the mind or time to report you!~"

The man seemed to believe her words, lowered the hunting rifle.

In A Country, gun possession is legal; ordinary citizens can own guns if they have a gun license, but Liang Anya looked at the hunting gun in his hand, still feeling a bit fearful, quickly decided to leave.

She just turned around, hurriedly took two steps, and felt a sharp pain in her ankle, twisted!

She fell with a thud, enduring the pain, rolled up her pants leg, her ankle was swollen.

Probably sprained it when she fell into the trap.

She tried hard to stand up, her foot touching the ground, another sharp pain.

Just then, an arm reached over, supporting her, preventing her from falling a second time.

The man stared at her sprained ankle: "You can’t walk out of the forest like this."

"Probably it’s okay." Before she finished speaking, her body was lifted, carried in the man’s arms, heading towards the side.

She realized: "I can walk myself... What are you doing... Let me down..."

The man sensed her struggle: "Afraid I’ll eat you? If I wanted to do something, I wouldn’t have saved you from the trap."

That’s true... Liang Anya felt a bit embarrassed about her overreaction and no longer struggled.

The man walked to a smooth large rock, placed her sitting down, squatted down, then opened his climbing bag.

Inside were many outdoor emergency medical supplies; he sprayed her injury with a spray, soothing the wound, then wrapped it with white gauze.

She felt the swelling pain alleviated considerably, the sky darkened further, felt anxious, wanted to jump down from the rock, try walking.

Her foot hadn’t touched the ground yet, but he pressed her back: "Do you want to cripple yourself?"

She had no choice but to sit back: "Then what should I do?"

"At least let the medicine soak in, rest for an hour or two." The man’s outdoor experience was clearly plentiful.

She had no choice but to sit on the rock.

The man lit a pile of weeds with a lighter.

The dim environment brightened up considerably.

He quietly sat opposite Liang Anya not far away.

Perhaps because there was light, her mood calmed significantly, curiously observing the man opposite.

This man was also very handsome but different from Si Yuheng.

Si Yuheng exuded an unbridled and destructive aura, would care about nothing, in his world, he is the king.

This man was a bit more calm, gentle, reserved, his thoughts unreadable, as if everything was settled inside.

"Enough looking?" The man suddenly spoke, teasingly.

Liang Anya blushed deeply, hastily withdrew her gaze, casually looking for something to break the awkwardness: "I’m just a bit curious..."

"Curious about what?"

"How did you know I’m Chinese?" Earlier, the first thing the man said to her was in Chinese, as though he predicted the one who stepped into the trap was Chinese.

Back when she studied in Europe, Western men who approached her typically would ask if she was Japanese or Korean first, possibly because there are fewer Chinese than Japanese and Koreans in Europe.

"I heard you shout ’help’."

Liang Anya understood: "Oh, that’s why... But, didn’t expect you to speak Chinese."

In Europe, it’s not common to randomly encounter someone who can speak Chinese.

She thought the only ones in A Country who speak a lot of Chinese are people from Beiming Hall, didn’t expect to randomly meet someone whose Chinese is so good?

"Very strange?" The man chuckled. "I also went to school, studied. Chinese is considered the second most spoken language in the world."

Indeed, Liang Anya felt a bit awkward: "...What’s your name?"

The man raised his brown eyes, gazing over, his voice soft yet powerful like the night wind, reassuring: "You can call me Fei Han. That’s my family name."