The woman was dressed in all black, her chestnut-colored hair cut short to just reach her ears. Though her mouth was pursed, it was clear that her lips were delicate and attractive. Her figure wrapped in black clothing gave no hint of shape, but was evidently tall and slender, especially her legs, which were very long. Her face showed signs of abrasions, possibly from her fall down the mountain and collision with rocks.
A faint scent of blood reached him, and Qi Fang glanced around before noticing the wet patch at her waist. He touched it, his fingers stained red.
Seeing the expanse of wet clothing, he was startled. Without thinking, he reached to lift her clothes, but his hand had barely touched her when the woman, lying with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, grabbed his hand, and twisted it adeptly, using it to flip herself upright. Her other hand formed a fist aimed directly at Qi Fang's eyelids.
