Shu He snatched Xiao Duo by the collar, dragging him into the corridor and turning him so his back was to the corpses.
His face was deathly pale—whether from the biting cold or sheer terror, not a drop of blood remained. The food he had brought with him lay scattered across the ground.
Jarred by the sudden pull, he looked up, his eyes darting in panic until they met Shu He’s, which were filled with a gentle, worried concern.
Chapter 16