It felt like forever when someone came to him. He lifted his head and found Yueyan standing in front of him. He didn't say anything. He didn't want to say anything. Not after looking piles of corpses. Not after looking at the feces and blood.
"We need to move, Meng," said Yueyan, her clothes were covered in crimson liquid and her hair and face dripped—reeked—with blood.
Meng eyed her, confused. Not understanding what she was saying. Then he noticed students gathering in front of the stairs that were leading somewhere, not sure where, though, as he could not see beyond fifty stairs. But somewhere for sure. Yes.
He nodded towards her and stood up. They arrived before the stairs, joining Ying and others. He spotted the princess peeking at him weirdly, but when he eyed her, she turned away, looking somewhere else.
