The nights in Haojiang were eerily quiet, the deep forest at midnight was like a vast black velvet blanket that devoured all the light.
Moonlight filtered through the sparse foliage, casting mottled shadows that added an eerie touch to the deathly still forest.
Under the moonlight, the clearing seemed frozen in time, the air solidified by an invisible heavy pressure.
Jifeng had not expected Han Yu's speed to be so fast, to attack from behind in the blink of an eye, and even have a dagger at her throat.
The cold light of the blade reflected on her pale face, which was tinged with guilt and anger.
Being played by hawks all her life, today she was pecked in the eye by one.
"Damn it! This is really damn it!"
"Curse it all!"
She yelled out twice, venting the frustration in her heart.