Xie Lan staggered up from the blood. The knife in his right hand had been curled. There were more than a dozen wounds of varying depths on his thin body, which were very shocking. A scratch on his forehead was as deep as the bone. The blood slowly flowed down his forehead into his eyes, and then through his cheeks. Part of it flowed into his mouth, and more dropped drop by drop on the ground. As if feeling discomfort, she blinked her eyes and unconsciously raised her left arm to wipe her face with her sleeve.
After realizing it, he lowered his head and glanced at the blood on his sleeve. As if he couldn't believe it, he slowly moved his gaze to the knife in his right hand.
"Clang..." With a sound, the knife fell into the blood-stained mud.
She raised her arms tremblingly, widened her eyes and looked at the hand stretched out in front of her in fear. These hands were very unfamiliar. They were small, like the hands of a child. They were thin and slender. They could be held and straightened according to her instructions, and they were very flexible.
Surrounded by towering trees, Xie Lan looked around in panic. She really couldn't figure out how she could be standing in this forest covered in bruises when she was sleeping in the dormitory, while opposite her there was a creature that looked like a wolf staring at her eagerly.
With a sound of "Bang...", Xie Lan couldn't bear the fact and fainted.