Cold winds howled, whipping up withered leaves that spun and danced across the valley.
Lin Xinghe and Lin Yuehe pulled their thin coats tightly around themselves, shivering. On the run, they had hardly stopped. Zhao Yun’s pursuers clung to them like maggots in the bone, chasing relentlessly and leaving them no room to relax for even a moment.
"Sister, we have to find the antidote as soon as possible," Lin Yuehe said, her voice weak, her face pale, and her lips chapped. The poison was spreading through her body, eroding her vitality with every passing second.
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