Chapter 287

I looked at the woman on the ground. She had delicate features, and her eyes were especially beautiful—clear and pure, like the eyes of an animal.

She was wearing a thin silk dress, her hair messy, and she looked as panicked as a frightened deer.

I quickly knelt down to help her up and asked, "Are you okay?"

As our gazes met, something about her eyes seemed familiar, like I had seen them somewhere