The carriage wheels rumbled over the bluestone pavement, finally coming to a stop at what should have been Gou Tong's mansion, which was now serving as temporary lodging for our entourage.
The night wind swept by, casting flickering lantern light across Mùróng Zhuó's pale face and deepening the creases of his tightly furrowed brow.
I carefully scooped him up in my arms. His body was lighter than I had imagined, his dark official robes soaked through with blood and hanging heavily like a rain-drenched crow's feather.
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