Blood.
The thick and warm blood soaked into the gorgeous phoenix robe, snaked down the skirt, and solidified into a pool of dark red despair on the cold floor tiles.
Shen Qingshang's vision had begun to blur. The wind lanterns at the four corners of the cold palace were like pairs of ghostly eyes, twinkling in the dark night that was too thick to dissolve.
So cold.
This biting chill came from the cracks in the bones.
