A masked man in black, covered entirely in blood, suddenly reached out to press his hand over her mouth, pulled off his mask, and said, "Don't scream, it's me!"
Daiyue's eyelashes blinked gently. She steadied herself and looked him over carefully for a moment.
His body was crisscrossed with gaping sword wounds, his hair was a mess, and he was caked in a grim mixture of blood, mud, and grass. Although the greater part of his face was stained with blood, it still could not conceal his tall, elegant bearing and the noble grace of his pendant.
Chapter 52