Veronica's eyes reflexively swept over the army and landed on Urulas's face. With a pause, she recalled the pool of blood with dead bodies here and there.
Her pupils shook and she stated, "You… I know you."
Urulas stared at her face. He had seen her from far away.
She had a lean body. He felt like if he poked her, her body would crumble.
Her silver hair was shining in the sunlight. The soft breeze brushed over her body. Her silver hair lightly danced while her white clothes gently moved.
She looked like a great spirit of light in the midst of the sturdy soldiers.
He now realized that he had been longing to see her face – the unique girl who once saved him despite him being the bad guy.
After he noted her expression, his heart sank. Her expression didn't seem welcoming when her eyes landed on him. Her kind, soft, concerned expression was nowhere to be found.
