Chapter 225 — The Wound
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 6 of 6
She smiled bitterly, turned away, and could not keep her body from swaying a few times. Her slender brows knit, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. Drops of it fell on the garments at her breast and on the earth as well; but the wind and rain were merciless, and in no time at all it was washed away and gone.
She raised her head to the sky, and cold raindrops fell on her face. The heavens were ink-black, without a trace of light.
Was daybreak not near?
But why was it that heaven and earth, at this very moment, held nothing besides the desolate wind and rain—nothing but pitch-black darkness?
A tear welled at the corner of Lu Xueling's eye and, amid the wind and rain, slipped silently down.