"R-Really?" A cold sweat broke out on Sang Luo's back. 'Thank goodness I didn't go in.'
"Mhm. Do you want to rest on that bench over there for a while?" The young man's gaze fell on her face.
She had run in such a hurry that she was panting heavily. Her face was flushed, and beads of sweat plastered her bangs to her forehead. A lingering mistiness still clung to her eyes, and the tip of her small, delicate nose was also red. She looked quite pitiful.
"No, I have to go. Thanks for saving my life! I'll repay you next time I get the chance!" Sang Luo was afraid the guards would catch up. The Holy Hall was surely conducting a massive search for the attacker. She had to hurry back to her chambers to avoid suspicion.
Before the young man could call out to her, the little female had vanished in a flash.
The young man only managed to grasp a wisp of air. He looked down at his empty palm.
'Was that faint fragrance I smelled on her an illusion...'
'Why... was it so familiar...'
