Lu Yizhou's blood created a crimson trail on the pure white snow. It was a garrish, horrifying sight. Almost in an instant, Lu Yizhou straightened up after lowering him gently on the snowy ground outside the mist, covering his sight so that all he could see was the man's face. Heimo almost forgot that he still had the egg on his lap if Lu Yizhou didn't grab it for him when it almost rolled off his lap.
"Yours, Lan'er." Lu Yizhou sounded amused. "Hold it properly."
