The top of the wall seemed to have been blasted open, creating a gap.
Faint light filtered in. It stretched through the fog like ribbons, illuminating the cascading dust from the wall—a scene that was like an absurd yet beautiful miracle amidst the ruins.
Pei Zhen was half-kneeling, his hands shackled by thick iron chains. Yet, this didn't stop him from bending low, curling her entire body seamlessly beneath his. His silver-white hair fanned out with the movement, covering his back—tattooed with demonic faces—and his clearly defined muscles. Together, these shielded her from the dust and falling tile fragments.
Xu Si was momentarily dazed.
She was forced to take shelter beneath his body.
Not a single speck of the swirling dust could reach her.
In truth, she wasn't afraid and quietly opened her eyes.
She looked up through the net-like strands of his silver hair.
Another tile fragment swayed precariously, about to fall.
