The black butterflies were fluttering, accompanied by some tragic and sharp sounds from behind.
A black butterfly stopped on the maid's fingertip, fluttering its wings gently... Even though it was essentially a creation of flames, it seemed vivid and lifelike.
The tragic sound had quieted down at some unknown time... The butterfly resting on the maid's finger transformed into black flames and slowly dissipated - the black butterflies dancing around her also did the same.
You Ye slowly turned around.
The woman approached her, covered in wounds, some old, some freshly inflicted.
Some bloodstains belonged to the woman herself, and some to the man.
On the woman's face, there was even a shocking wound... It was a bite - right on the left cheek, viciously bitten off a piece, still bleeding profusely.
The woman and the man had clearly endured an exceptionally brutal battle... The reason, no longer needed any detailed explanation.
