Chapter 129
Chapter 129
In the dim light of dawn, Yan, the hound of the battlefield, shivered as he felt a touch rouse him from unconsciousness.
Blinking his eyes open, he was greeted by the worried gaze of Lia, his comrade-in-arms from the golden city they had parted ways with.
“...Lia?” Yan’s voice was hoarse, her name on his lips was a balm to her anxious heart.
“You collapsed the moment we arrived. It gave me quite the scare,” Lia confessed, her eyes reflecting the morning sun.
“Did I now?” Yan rose swiftly, checking his limbs for injuries, his warrior’s instinct never faltering.
Lia watched him, her head tilting in curiosity. “Did you... dye your hair?”
“Huh?” Yan echoed, puzzled, following her pointing finger to his hair.
Turning to the mirror, his eyes widened in shock.
“...What? Why is my hair red?”
For Yan, who had always been known for his raven looks, this was a startling change. Though not a fiery red, but a subtle crimson hue danced within his strands.
Lia, ever the optimist, smiled reassuringly. “It suits you, though. If before you had the air of a desolate warrior, now there’s a certain vibrancy about you.”