After the fleeting glimpse of the wild goose is gone, white socks are lightly cast aside, leaving no trace or news. Who is it that turns the pages of black-and-white memories with bare hands, picking up a brush to render the emotions in their heart across a scroll of landscape?
"Are you alright?" Muyin instantly stanched the blood on Alin's back, skipping even the bandage, and handed her a set of new clothes to change out of her slashed dress.
Looking at the mottled bloodstains on Alin's dress, Muyin's face grew as cold as the perpetual ice on the Snow Mountain—how dare someone play tricks right in front of her and even hurt Alin? This was simply outrageous. She also blamed herself for her carelessness; caught up in watching the excitement, she had failed to take preventive measures.
Chapter 36