Chapter 429: Pride of Existence (1)
―The sky above was perpetually dyed in ashen gray.
“…….”
The girl blinked her eyes.
The acrid smell of smoke lingered at the tip of her nose. She could faintly detect the scent of blood, too. It seemed she had fallen asleep on the battlefield again, she reasoned with herself. Something sticky clung to her cheek, compelling her to reach up and touch it. Her fingers brushed against a dark, crimson scab, the dried blood rough beneath her palm.
“Hey.”
A deep, heavy voice called out. As she turned her head toward the direction of the sound, a damp cloth struck her face. She grabbed the cloth and stared blankly at the person before her.
“You were sleeping like the dead. I cannot tell if you are brave or just empty-headed. What are you going to do if you got your throat slit by a stray soldier?”
“I’m not dead, now am I?”
The girl wiped her face with the damp cloth. How much blood had splattered across her face? The gray cloth quickly turned red. It was hard for her to guess how much of that blood had come from her own body.