Heavy, rapid breathing echoed through the empty corridor, the chaotic footsteps startling the portraits hanging on the walls.
Before the figures could make out who was making such a ruckus in the middle of the night, a blur vanished right before their eyes.
Wenxiu Lord grabbed at the collar of his shirt, which was pulled wide open. His panicked footsteps were somewhat unsteady, clearly exhausted from whatever he had just been through. His clothes were full of wrinkles, and the hem of his shirt, which should have been tucked into his trousers, was left hanging out. Every time he took a slightly larger stride while running, a sliver of fair skin was exposed.
Chapter 240