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Su Chacha followed the deserted mountain road and walked slowly out based on instinct. The smell in the mountains and forests was very different from when she was sleeping, with a lot more strange and pungent smells. Just below a steep slope, she stopped.
The rich smell of blood, mixed with a sharp smell of metal and gunpowder smoke, hit his face.
At the bottom of the slope, a man was leaning against a boulder, unconscious. He was wearing dark clothes that were badly damaged that Su Chacha couldn't understand. He had many hideous wounds on his body, especially on his waist and abdomen, which were still bleeding slowly, dyeing the soil under him dark red.
However, what caught Su Chacha's attention the most was his face.
Even though it was covered with dust and dried blood, even though it looked pale due to blood loss, the outline of the facial features was still as if carved by an ax and a chisel, and it was shockingly beautiful. The eyebrows are sharp, the bridge of the nose is high, and the thin lips are tightly pursed. Even in a coma, there is an inviolable fierceness and stubbornness.
Su Chacha tilted her head and looked at it for a long time.
In her memory before she fell asleep, she seemed to have seen many humans, but this one seemed to be the first one that looked so... Well, so in line with her aesthetic standards. Just like the spirits in the mountains prefer the most radiant pearl under the moonlight, she was simply struck by this ultimate beauty that transcended gender.
"It looks good." She murmured quietly and firmly.
