The sky gradually darkened, the wind rose!
June skies change quickly, and as the gale swept past the lanterns along the long street, shadows danced like ghosts. The sound of the wind pierced the air, like the cry of cranes in alarm, amid the tension that made even the slightest movement fearful. The streets fell silent except for the muffled sound of longswords piercing flesh and bone. Xie Xun had swiftly slain six Forbidden Army soldiers; his brocade robes were stained with blood, his gaze fierce, as he tightened his grip on his heavy sword and strode toward Fengyu with the cold indifference of the autumn wind.
He seized her chin and tilted it upward, then kissed her brutally. Fengyu smelled the thick stench of blood on him, and tears instantly rolled down her cheeks.
"Xie Xun!"
