Lu Ying moved faster than the collapsing debris, darting in to scoop up Shen Yinning and swiftly carrying her away from the ruins.
The girl was tightly wrapped in the wide and soft brocade robe. Her slender, graceful legs were pressed together, and the stark white of her skin was in sharp contrast to the dark silk fabric. Her slightly damp hair clung to her exquisitely pale cheeks, and her luminous phoenix-shaped eyes glistened with lingering fear as she stared at Lu Ying, like a mermaid violently plucked from the sea onto the shore.
Lu Ying carried her to the back of a house and was about to set her down on the stones when Shen Yinning suddenly clung to his neck.
She glanced disdainfully at the bricks. "I just finished cleaning myself up. This place is filthy."
Lu Ying was silent for a moment before pulling out a silk handkerchief and placing it on the stones.
Only then did Shen Yinning seem satisfied.
