Powdered Beauty, Painted Bones

On a battlefield strewn with corpses, she wore a suit of black armor. Using the broken sword in her hand for support, she slowly rose to her feet, trembling. Her vision was crimson. She looked down at the half of a slender sword protruding from her chest. Her blood still stained its tip, though it seemed to have dried a little. It was no longer the most brilliant shade of scarlet.

She bent down and gently ran her bloodstained hand over the pale, beautiful face of the corpse lying beside her.

“My dear bestie, you succeeded in killing me. I thought I’d die by an enemy’s sword. Thanks! I, Lia Aoruila, oh! No, dead Lia Aoruila is back!”

Qi Xiaoyan stepped onto the sidewalk, but a sense of unease gnawed at her. She looked up at the sky. Today definitely wasn’t going to be a good day!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.