Bab 160: 150, poor me myself

The cries from outside were drawing closer to the inner hall, and Sangmo hurried to her feet.

The doorway was crowded with people as a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy entered.

The boy was clad in only a white nightgown and stood approximately one sixty-seven centimeters tall, quite slender.

His face was pale, his eye sockets sunken, his chin sharply pointed, and a pair of piercing black eyes swept across the room before fixing their gaze intently on Sangmo.

Sangmo was inwardly alarmed. Although the boy seemed weak and powerless, his eyes were incredibly forceful and spirited, as if they could see through all the secrets hidden in the darkness.

Being looked at by him, Sangmo actually felt an impulse to kneel.

She shook her head and stared back defiantly.

The City Lord and his wife, one on each side, supported the boy, softly persuading him to go back.

However, the boy pointed his hand towards Sangmo, "I want to go with her."