Yin Xun had already bolted out of Chaoyang Hall. Before he had gone far, he saw a magnificent young lady hurrying over, lifting the hem of her skirt. Her gaze locked instantly onto his neck.
"What happened?" Before he could react, she had darted up to him like a gust of wind. Her calloused fingers brushed against the bleeding wound on his neck, rubbing it with little gentleness.
Such a fatal spot.
Just a fraction of an inch more...
Chapter 20