She already understood far, far too much. In her peripheral vision, she saw her clan sisters watching, one by one. There was no resentment in her eyes; she understood their plight.
She was just enduring with all her might, and after half a day of observation,
she even clearly sensed that one of the bandits' feelings had turned to pity. If she were given a little more time, she felt she could control him.
At the very least, just as her mother had taught her, firmly capturing that man's heart shouldn't have been too difficult. 'Unfortunately... it seems I was too late.'
Waves of exhaustion washed over her mind. It was becoming more and more difficult to even keep her eyes open.
She didn't know if it was a hallucination, but she saw an immortal who had come for her.
His magnificent wings and his handsome, elegant face, contorted with rage, shone with a strange light in her moment of despair, more dazzling than anything she had ever seen.
