Luna's pupils suddenly constricted. Her fingertips dug deep into her palms, and blood seeped through the gaps, dripping onto the floor with a faint "drip-drop" sound. Her body trembled violently, as if struck by some invisible force. She then stood up, overturning the wooden stool with her abrupt movement. It crashed heavily onto the ground with a harsh scraping sound. Ye Feng had never seen her react so intensely. Even when she was a child—that scarred, taciturn orphan—she had never lost control like this.
"Luna?" Ye Feng's voice carried a hint of unease. He reached out, trying to grab her wrist, but the girl had already turned and rushed toward the door. The lingering glow of twilight spilled through the window onto her silver hair, dyeing the strands a crimson gold like a burning flame, and she instantly vanished beyond the doorframe.
Ye Feng stared at the slightly swaying curtain, a bitter taste rising in his throat. His fingers hung limply by the bedside, trembling slightly as if trying to grasp something, only to touch the cold air.
Chapter 75