Moonlight, like crushed silver foil, scattered sparsely across the scorched battlefield. Ye Fan's hand, hanging at his side, slowly clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning pale and white from the force. The sound of that crane's cry still echoed in his ear, like a fine needle piercing straight into his spiritual altar.
"A-Ye," Su Qingxue's voice came, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance. Unnoticed, she had removed her outer robe, revealing a moon-white undergarment. Her fingertips pinched a cyan porcelain bottle, its mouth still stained with pale purple medicinal powder. "The wound on the web of your hand needs tending. The whip of Xuanyin Pavilion was soaked in bone-corroding poison."
Ye Fan lowered his head, only to see that the blood on his palm had long since streamed down his wrist to his sleeve, glowing a dark purple in the moonlight. As he took the medicine bottle, he caught sight of the rouge at the corner of Su Qingxue's eyes blurred by cold sweat, resembling a peony beaten by the rain. This woman, who was always full of allure, now had her brows tightly furrowed, and even the pearl hairpin in her hair was trembling slightly.
Chapter 210