Despite her efforts to move with care, Yue Ran still emerged with a multitude of scratches decorating the backs of her hands.
"Hiss…" she hissed whenever she got new wounds on her skin.
Silas simply watched from the open window as the thin and slender figure wandered back and forth, seemingly aimlessly, in the garden. The sunlight glinted off her dark hair that was tied up into a bun, while beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, making her appear even more fragile against the oppressive wildness surrounding her. The red marks blooming on her skin stood in stark contrast to her pale complexion, a visual reminder of her struggle against the harshness, merciless nature.
As he watched her, Silas remained impassive, an expressionless observer of her futile quest. After a long while, he broke the silence with a disdainful remark, muttering under his breath, "…Dumb as hell."
Was there really such a foolish individual in the world?
