Countless blood-red ice crystals fell like a torrential downpour, gouging ice pits a fathom deep behind them. Shen Qing was thrown against the stone wall by the shockwave, and the crescent-shaped birthmark on the back of her neck began to burn.
Fragmented images flashed before her eyes: Princess Zhennan hanging from an ice pillar by chains, the blood dripping from her fingertips blossoming into Blood Lotuses on the snow.
"Qing'er!" Xiao Yu's shout cut through the ringing in her ears. Only then did Shen Qing realize she was clutching Puyue’s waistband, and that black blood was seeping from a wound at the other woman's waist.
Chapter 111