Chapter 227: Traces from the specks of blood were like engraved crescent moon
The second that iron door was shifted away, Xiao Xu was the first to enter.
The heatwave that hit raised the hair at his ears, as if it was about to burn his flesh. He didn't retreat even as his eyes narrowed, searching among the thick smoke.
That figure tottering on the verge of collapse had her back to him, in front was the heat wave and the tongue of the burning flame. The hot wind puffed up her sleeves, clothes moving to and fro. The white splendid clothes danced around the hot flames as if it would take the opportunity to go back.
Now she was dressed as a boy, the clothes she wore were ones he hadn't worn since when he was young. That figure inside the raging fire came into view linking together the scene of that huge fire that swallowed the entire palace. It was like that huge fire he faced ten years ago.
No, he won't let that disaster from the past repeat again.
"Qing-Yan——"
His foot stepped on the stone wall, with a turn of his body he landed. His hand extended to catch her falling figure.
As if catching the most valuable treasure in this life, he drew her into his embrace, not daring to let her go again.
The familiar smell, clean, simple yet elegant that set her mind at ease.