It Could Kill Someone!

Fang Zhou had slept too long during the day and wasn’t sleepy at all at night.

Qiao Sisi only allowed him to walk around the courtyard. As soon as he stepped outside, two burly men watched him closely, giving him no chance to escape.

Fang Zhou returned inside, seeing Qiao Sisi smiling happily at him from the bed.

“Why don’t you sleep with me for a while? I have to get up early to do my makeup.”

She softly suggested, as if seeking his opinion.

But Fang Zhou knew it was just a choice she gave him.

Either stay awake until morning or close his eyes and rest.

He chose the latter.

Throughout the night, Fang Zhou pondered everything he could think of and eventually fell asleep.

A dreamless night.

When he woke again, it was daylight, and knocking roused him.

He realized Qiao Sisi was gone, likely getting her makeup done.

Two middle-aged women entered, smiling and speaking broken Mandarin.

“We’re here to bring you clothes. Put them on and check the horse at the gate.”

Fang Zhou was confused but saw it as an opportunity.

At least he could leave the courtyard.

Besides, Qiao Sisi mentioned a ceremony, so it wouldn’t be confined to the small courtyard. There might be vehicles outside.

With this in mind, Fang Zhou changed into ethnic attire. At the gate, an aunt placed a hat on him. If he had a mirror, he’d see he looked just like a local man.

Outside the courtyard, he saw the grassland not far away, with scattered village houses, a remote place.

A white horse stood at the gate, and the aunt urged him forward.

“You have ten minutes to learn to ride. Don’t worry, no need to run, just walk.”

Fang Zhou realized the horse was strong enough to kick him away.

With local help, he mounted the horse, earnestly learning to ride.

His academic prowess shone as he listened and observed his surroundings, even considering riding away.

Unfortunately, someone held the reins. If he made the horse run, the man might get hurt, and someone was likely watching, ready to intervene.

Fang Zhou abandoned the idea, obediently riding to the designated spot.

In the village center, a square was decorated with a red carpet and festive ornaments. Blessing and auspicious khatas were neatly placed on a tray.

Locals wore formal attire for the ceremony.

In the center, a young woman in matching attire played the bride’s role.

As Fang Zhou rode into the square, people began singing in a language he didn’t understand, but it suited the occasion.

A cup of barley wine was handed to him.

“Drink it!”

Fang Zhou complied, then dismounted, following the villagers’ instructions for a series of rituals.

It felt like a Chinese wedding’s trials, finally bringing him before Qiao Sisi.

Her makeup was beautiful, making her look like a delicate flower.

Qiao Sisi shyly smiled at Fang Zhou, eyes filled with satisfaction.

“I finally married you.”

She murmured, draping a white khata around his neck. (tln :Tibetan khatas are usually white, symbolising the pure heart of the giver. this mean they are on Tibet)

Fang Zhou thought: This isn’t a real marriage, no certificate. How is this marrying him?

To leave, he felt he could endure anything.

Patience now could lead to a greater plan.

He hadn’t reacted yet because he hadn’t seen any vehicles.

Not even a motorcycle!

Was this absurd, or did Qiao Sisi intentionally keep vehicles away to prevent escape?

As Fang Zhou brainstormed, he was pulled aside, handed a bow and arrow.

“Shoot the flag up there!”

Someone shouted, directing Fang Zhou.

A wooden pole stood nearby, adorned with colorful flags fluttering in the wind.

“The higher you shoot, the happier you’ll be!”

Fang Zhou pondered, placing the arrow on the bow, slowly drawing it.

But he aimed not at the pole, but at Qiao Sisi.

The sharp arrow glinted in the sunlight, blinding onlookers.

“Hey, don’t! Stop joking!”

The guide’s cry drew attention.

“What’s happening?”

“Don’t aim at people! It could kill someone!”

“Please, let’s talk this out!”

Panic spread as the singing and dancing crowd fell silent, watching.

Qiao Sisi, once joyful, now couldn’t smile with Fang Zhou’s arrow aimed at her.

“Do you want to kill me?”

Her voice was soft but clear in the quiet, laced with subtle despair.

In her festive wedding attire, she stood at the center, targeted by the one she longed for.