Amid the hazy blur, Lunara Vesperin heard the crack of a whip and slowly came to.The first thing that slammed into her vision was a head of shoulder-length, dark gray hair.Its owner was kneeling on the ground, his bronze back drawn tight like an arched bow. Every inch of muscle was coiled with strength, but it was marred by a shocking display of crisscrossing lash marks.The fresh wounds were still bleeding. The blood trailed down the taut lines of his body, gathering into thin rivulets at his waist before dripping off the edge of his skirt made out of animal hide.When he lifted his dark red eyes, Lunara felt as if the fangs of a venomous snake had sunk into her heart. They were eyes steeped in ice, churning with undisguised hatred.He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the whip in her hand, and the corner of his lips curled into a faint, cold smile.His voice was low and hoarse, each word sharp. "You're stopping already? Have you used up all your strength for today
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