Yun Ran was taken into an abandoned side hall by the person behind her, hiding behind the window.
The poisoned silver needle was already pinched between her fingertips, yet Yun Ran didn't make a move.
Only because when she was pulled into that person's embrace, she ended up sitting on his leg.
Yes, sitting.
Moreover, she smelled a familiar scent from that person, a faint aroma of pine and bamboo mixed with the cold scent of wind and snow.
It was Nangong Mo.
Yun Ran heard footsteps outside, likely from the person in the room chasing after her.
Through the slightly damaged window paper, she saw a figure in black standing there under the corridor, then breaking into a run, moving vigorously, stepping on the withered vines which creaked noisily.
Yun Ran also saw the man who came out of the room chase a few steps, but then stopped, quickly turning back into the house.
