The setting sun was like blood, splashing on the official road paved with bluestone, stretching the two figures walking side by side. Ye Xu was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with an ordinary jade pendant hanging from his waist. He had a harmless smile on his face, and his eyes were slightly raised. He looked like a rich young man who had never experienced anything in the world. No one would have thought that the hands of this young man who looked like a naughty dog were already covered in blood. Next to him, Ah Ruan was wearing a light pink dress, the hem of which was slightly raised by the wind. She had a simple silver hairpin in her hair, and her face was still a little pale. The injury she sustained when she blocked an arrow from him a few days ago had not yet completely healed.
