Twilight dyed the barren hills like blood. Wang Zhaojun looked at the dark red trails winding across Li Bai's robes, her fingertips trembling slightly as they touched the rough texture of his palm.
In the distance, the low growl of a demonic beast echoed through the empty valley, sending a shudder through the heart.
"You're hurt?" Her voice, wrapped in the night wind, carried undisguised anxiety.
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