The night was like ink, extremely silent, the sound of weapons had ceased, and when Yin Tingxue came to her senses, those hellish scenes had vanished long ago.
She didn't know how long it had been; even the smell of blood was gradually fading away.
When she came to her senses, she was startled to find herself being led by a man, gliding over the treetops, she let out a small exclamation, but quickly stifled it.
The man seemed to notice her panic, and gripped her hand tighter.
Yin Tingxue felt a bit fearful, yet inexplicably, there was a hint of warmth rising from within her, which she found strange.
Moments ago the night was too deep, she hadn't recognized who this person was, only inexplicably felt that he was very familiar.
Soon, a flock of birds took flight amidst the bushes, and they slowly descended; it was a cave, and this man seemed quite familiar with the area.
