Yin Lu was dressed in the most common maid's gown of the Western Regions' royal palace, its color a faint cyan, yet at this moment, the cyan skirt was stained with patches of crimson.
"This..." Jiang Yichun gasped, whether in Zhongyuan or the Western Regions, purity was equally important to women.
Bai Ruozhu grabbed Yin Lu's wrist, her pulse was chaotic, not only had she been ravaged, but... gone mad.
"We should have taken her with us that day." Her voice was choked with emotion; the woman who was once so lively had now become like this.
Jiang Yichun patted her shoulder, "You can't save everyone, it's not your fault."
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
She sympathized with Yin Lu's plight, but wouldn't be so self-sacrificing as to become troubled and self-reproachful over it.
Just as Jiang Yichun said, she couldn't save everyone; as long as she had no regrets, that was enough.
