She was halted by the man's deep panting, Yan Zhi turned around and walked step by step towards the bed.
She turned on the bedside lamp, and when she saw Shi Yan, she was startled.
The emaciated man was as fragile as if made of glass, as if he would shatter with just a touch.
Blood was everywhere—on the pillow, the quilt, the sheets, his hands, and his clothes.
His eyes were tightly closed, dark circles under them, and his lips stained with dark red blood. He looked like a dying man, as if he would leave this world in the next second.
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Sparrow came down from the attic; she wanted to guard the gate, but as soon as she reached it, she saw someone standing outside.
Sparrow shuddered and quickly walked out.
The man standing under the camellia tree had his hands behind his back, holding a string of Buddha beads in one hand. The deep pink camellia petals fell from the flower disc, swirled, and landed on the man's sleeve.
