Despite the heavy rain, Su Ming'an quickly saw her clearly.
She stood among the countless corpses just like him, looking bewildered. And dejected. Her hand stretched out stiffly, covering the chest of a Holy Alliance Army soldier with a hole in it, seemingly trying to help seal the wound, but this action could not restore life.
A snow-white gown wrapped around her already tall figure. The surrounding soldiers' corpses appeared to protect her, piling up centered around her. This scene stretched out a hundred meters in all directions.
Her posture was so similar to Su Ming'an's, yet at this moment, they stood on completely opposing sides.
Suddenly, her gaze slowly moved, clashing with his. On her face was an expression akin to sadness, yet also resembling despair.
Her lips opened and closed slowly:
——"Detective."
It turned out that Alice's army was also nearby, suffering similarly heavy casualties.
