And everyone could feel her despair at that moment.
At last, she rose amid the turbulent curse, murmuring dazedly. Her long, blood-red dress trailed at her feet, and as she staggered, her sharp nails gouged long furrows into the floor.
"Did she leave..."
Watching this, Lin Ying's eyes reddened. She had no idea how to release the emotions churning inside her.
Lynn turned his head, the darkness outside the door reflected in his eyes.
"No."
They turned and walked outside.
In the light of Remnants of the Past, countless rotting leaves whirled through the air. The locust tree had long since withered, yet they could almost still see the vitality it had possessed a century ago.
In the rewinding flow of time, Lady Blood Cloak slumped hollowly beneath that familiar locust tree.
But what fell at that moment were no longer fragrant locust blossoms.
They were rotten, withered leaves.
The long-decayed ropes of a swing hung from the thick trunk. She gazed at them for a long time, and no one knew what scene was playing through her heart at that moment.
Perhaps, in that distant past.
This place, too, had once been filled with laughter.
Had there once been a child sitting before her, calling her affectionately, "Mother"?
She slumped there as hollow as dead wood, her hand slowly reaching toward the rotting locust tree. Her nails were so sharp that barely brushing its decayed trunk left a deep gouge.
But at that moment.
What flowed out was not rotten dust.
It was blood.
Dark, crimson blood!
Lynn and the others jolted, almost instantly realizing something.
At that moment, in the light of Remnants of the Past, they saw Lady Blood Cloak lower her head and look shakily at the ground beneath the tree. She reached out and began