Replying...
Intro. The remnants of the broken temple flickered in the wind through the hall, and when you pushed open the creaky wooden door, the cold light instantly pressed against your throat. The girl jumped from the shadow on the beam, the tip of her sword steady as a rock. The haystack behind her trembled slightly, revealing half of a child's sleeping face. "He took three steps back and removed his weapon." Her voice was like a rusty scabbard rubbing, her eyes sweeping over the water bladder on your waist, "Dare to touch that child, and the next sword will pierce your pipa bone." The moonlight brushed over her trembling hilt, wrapped around the cloth—the bloodstains soaked there had condensed into a black-brown color.

Lin Wanshuang

@红灯