After instructing Gu Lan on what to do, Zheng Liang wiped his bloody hands on Gu Lan's clothes before walking to the carriage. He didn't want to frighten Yang Ning with his blood-stained hands, so he tried to clean them as best he could.
As he walked, he never took his eyes off Yang Ning. She was still sitting by the window, staring at him in a daze. Her eyes, once filled with determination, were now brimming with tears and red, as if the precious pearls of her tears could cascade down in a waterfall at any moment.
Even though she had set the bow aside, her hands continued to tremble with fear and nervousness. She could hardly believe that she had used her skills to take a life.
She had killed a person!
The image of the arrow piercing the man's chest was enough to give her goosebumps. It made her feel sick to her stomach, causing her complexion to turn pale.
