The Blood Princess lay powerless on the chaotic, debris-strewn ground mixed with pools of blood. Her once radiant beauty was now replaced by a pallor as white as paper, only her beautiful eyes still shimmering with emotion, like a dust-covered Bright Pearl, revealing a hint of stubbornness and unwillingness.
Just as her consciousness became increasingly muddled and she believed her end was near, she saw Xu Wendong appear like a divine weapon sent from heaven, carrying an aura of steadfastness and mystery.
At the sight of his shadow, the Blood Princess's dim eyes seemed to be lit like a candle flame, a faint smile spreading across her lips.
That smile was akin to the first spring breeze breaking through the ice in the chill of early spring, soft and warming, yet due to extreme weakness, appeared ethereal and powerless.
