Almost instantly, Xing Lou held his breath and continued to be stunned. Only by hearing Ji Fengyan's own breath did he snap out of his daze.
Linghe, who was standing outside the horse carriage was looking anxiously at Xing Lou's back view.
The door of the horse carriage shut slowly and blocked Linghe's line of sight.
Xing Lou bent down as he walked into the horse carriage with light and slow steps. He looked at Ji Fengyan, who was in deep sleep. The sight of the bloodstains on her made him feel as if he was walking on sharp daggers with each step.
"Urgh…" Ji Fengyan was experiencing discomfort in her sleep, as if she had detected someone closing up on her. She opened her eyes in a stupor. The blood loss and damage to her inner core had caused her vision to be blurry and her mind to be slower than usual…
Through her blurred vision, she saw a figure.
That figure was unknowingly familiar to her.
