The cold moonlight poured down like a trickling stream, fragmentarily illuminating the deep and silent grass.
The surrounding darkness was as thick as ink, seemingly ready to swallow everything.
Even Shen Ruoxi, who was usually very courageous, shuddered violently with fright at this moment.
Instinctively, she looked down and saw that the person was a man. In the dim moonlight, she couldn't clearly see his appearance or age.
All she could discern was that he was clad in armor, which was already mottled and soaked with blood, rendering its original color unrecognizable. He lay in the grass in extreme distress.
He should be the one the soldiers from Beichang Country were looking for; he seemed to be a crucial general for Dayi Country.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have said that killing him would be a great achievement.
At this moment, his eyes were tightly shut, and his lips appeared pale as paper in the moonlight, yet his hand clutched her pant leg tightly.
