The noble woman who called herself A Li quietly sized up the person holding her hand and leading her a half-step ahead, gently blinking her amber-glowing eyes.
The youthful teenager, whose handsome features were still unmistakable despite being stained with blood, had his eyes blindfolded with a black silk ribbon tied in a crooked knot at the back of his head. His long, pitch-black hair—nearly the color of the ribbon—was scattered messily across his shoulders, looking somewhat grimy from dried blood and dirt.
His dark robes were torn in several places, and the blood flowing from his wounds was indistinguishable from the blood of the monsters, making it hard to tell them apart. One could only guess that he was heavily injured by his slightly unsteady pace when he deliberately slowed down, and the crimson blood steadily dripping from the edge of his sleeve.
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