The sky gradually brightened.
With the light, Xun Jing finally saw the true face of the woman curled up in the corner.
She was wearing a red wedding dress, her hair disheveled.
She squatted in the corner, hugging her knees.
Around her, dead spiders and centipedes were scattered all over the ground.
They all seemed dead.
Seeing this scene, Xun Jing raised an eyebrow.
A hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.
The man in black spoke.
"Your Highness, we should leave now."
Xun Jing didn't respond, his attention entirely on that corner.
Messy and wet, her pale hand had a bloodstain.
It looked like it had been cut.
The wall, smashed and sunken in one part, had cracks extending in all directions from it.
The man in black waited for a while, not hearing a response from the Prince.
The man clasped his hands in salute.
"Your Highness"
As soon as the two words fell.
The woman squatting in the corner lifted her head.
The impatience in her eyes was clearly visible.
