It was then that I noticed my palms were wet. Filled with dark foreboding, I looked down to find my hands covered in blood. My gaze instantly shifted to her back, and I saw that it was completely covered in shocking, horrific wounds. The savage gashes gaped open, blood gushing forth incessantly and staining the clothes across her back.
Seeing this, I suffered a violent jolt in my chest, realizing with sudden horror that she had been beaten half to death by that vicious group of palace servants. Waves of anger, grief, and pity instantly surged into my mind, leaving me shaken and unable to find peace for a long time.
Trembling, I raised a hand and gently closed her unclosed eyes, my movements heavy with reluctance and sorrow. At that moment, my heart churned like a overturned tray of mixed spices, a chaotic tangle of emotions intertwining. There was fury at her mistreatment, hatred for those servants, helplessness at the unfairness of fate, and a profound, spreading grief that lingered endlessly in the depths of my soul, refusing to subside.
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