Wang Yunxiao stumbled, tumbling to the ground in a clumsy heap.
A whole stick of incense worth of time passed before his muddled brain could grasp what had just happened.
Li Mumu, or perhaps not Li Mumu, was bitten to death by some unknown specter right before his eyes.
He watched as blood splattered on his face, but now, recalling the event, it suddenly took on an unreal, dream-like quality.
There was no blood, no fangs, no corpse, not even the feathers he last remembered seeing.
Nothing was left at the scene, as if everything had merely been a daydream.
Going back further, from the moment he saw Li Mumu today, it felt as though he was dreaming.
Eldest Miss Li certainly couldn't have looked that way; he knew this clearly in his heart yet, for some reason today, as if under some enchantment, he didn't expose the truth even though he knew something was amiss.
Blinded by beauty!
