Whoosh-
The howling, icy wind brushed her cheeks, gradually waking her muddled Divine Sense.
Bu Yuehua had lost consciousness amid cries of slaughter and despair, then awoken in bone-piercing cold. Opening her eyes groggily, she saw a handsome profile stained with blood yet as cool as jade. Countless wounds marked every inch of his body, yet his limbs were intact, like an illusion or dream born of utter despair.
Was I dead-
Why was I so close to the clouds? Had I already reached heaven...
Bu Yuehua's mind wandered. As she gazed at the man who had just risked his life to protect her, shame and self-reproach filled her eyes.
After all, she had accepted so many benefits without repaying a single one. Now she had failed even to protect him and dragged him to heaven with her. If Wanyi and that shameless Daoist nun found out, who knew how much they would hate her? I hadn't avenged Father and Mother, and I couldn't even protect the people beside me. I really was useless...
Still dazed, Bu Yuehua raised a hand to touch his cheek, only to discover a trace of warmth beneath her fingertips. He did not seem to be a formless, insubstantial wandering soul.
The man turned his head too. He looked neither happy nor sorrowful or dejected, merely giving her a quiet smile.
"It's all right now. I'll take you back to get your wounds treated."
Behind those simple words lay security as steady as a mountain, and an unimaginable struggle through blood.
Bu Yuehua froze briefly before her Divine Sense finally returned fully. Turning to look around, she discovered the vast earth below and asked blankly:
"You-what happened to you? How did we survive?"
"Ah, let's not talk about it. All that matters is that we're