"What are you looking at? I just have more blood to spare, what's wrong with spitting out a bit?" The woman kicked the tree, "Get down!"
Feng Lin clung to the trunk, carefully sliding down from above.
He observed the woman closely, sensing her petulance and willfulness, and guessed she would not be easy to get along with.
"Beauty, I haven't provoked you," Feng Lin said, sitting beside the fire, his tone indifferent.
"Why are you here?" Su Yi surveyed the surroundings, saw no one else, and sat opposite Feng Lin.
"Me? I ran away from home, had a conflict with my family," Feng Lin casually fabricated a reason.
"Leave at dawn, it's dangerous here," Su Yi said coldly, glancing at Feng Lin before taking off her black jacket.
Beneath it was a white short-sleeved shirt, now dyed red with a large patch of blood.
"You're hurt? Are there wild beasts around here?" Feng Lin asked, puzzled.