The evening glow of Danxue Mountain was like a thin red veil of flame, covering the horizon, slowly spreading out, a swath of orange and red, still tinged with the light of the fading white sky. Suddenly, it was like a drop of fresh blood, falling upon the sky, which seemed like white fog or plain silk, gradually soaking through, subtly spreading its hue...
The red glow reflected on Crown Prince Ling's frost-colored thin robe, which should have added vitality to her, yet it made her appear even more desolate and bleak...
"Ziyin, if even he is unwilling to help me, where else can I flee to?" Her hands, which had been behind her back, were brought to the front, as if resting on her waist.
