"Osk is right," said Plum Blossom, lying in Woody's arms.
"As for me, only Osk can call me by my real name. You'd better call me Plum Blossom, and don't get it wrong, otherwise..."
Blight saw Plum Blossom wink at him, her finger pointing eastward.
Following the direction of Plum Blossom's finger, he saw the bodies of a hundred or so assassins scattered across a nearby hillside.
"This woman is terrifying," Blight swallowed hard.
But after all, she had saved his life; he thought, sooner or later, he would have to repay her.
Woody sighed inwardly.
He had known Plum Blossom's nature since they were children.
Apart from Woody and their father, Plum Blossom cared for no one else.
Although she was essentially kind-hearted, she had a venomous tongue and would retaliate fiercely if someone hurt her or someone she cared about.
It wasn't her fault, after all, she had been deeply hurt before.
