Ma Yu swallowed nervously, instinctively stepping back two paces.
The person they were harshly discussing suddenly appeared, giving them quite a fright. Now, as that person slowly advanced, the firelight began to illuminate the contours of his face, which was cold and indifferent, a mixture of light and shadow, with a certain seriousness that could be described as a kind of life-and-death authority.
He was speechless.
His heartbeat and breathing seemed to follow the rhythm of the horse's hoofbeats, as if agreed upon. Horse hoofbeats, breathing, horse hoofbeats, breathing. He wanted to control it, but it was of no use.
The camp seemed to generate a wind from flat ground.
In Ma Yu's heart, fear gradually grew. He saw the cloak behind the person on horseback fluttering, extending into the darkness behind, like it was cloaked in the night.
Pa.
