The Runaway Female Lead Doesn't Run Away (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 42

Could it be that she was seeing things wrong? Dahlia stiffened, unable to believe the scene unfolding before her eyes.

Yet each time she slowly closed and reopened her eyes, the truth became clearer.

Moonlight poured over Clayton, revealing his actions with cruel clarity.

Was she staring blankly at the vivid blood streaming down his forearm, exposed by his half-torn sleeve?

Strangely enough, in this moment, her first thought was neither fear nor terror.

Beads of sweat glinted at the tips of her hair.

The man kneeling toward the sky resembled a priest performing confession—beautiful, even.

She wondered if something really had clouded her vision, for even the moonlight bathing him seemed sacred.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, running down his throat and falling steadily to the ground—plink, plink.

Just as she began to feel the rhythmic sound was unreal, like the ticking of a clock’s second hand—

Dahlia finally snapped back to her senses, overwhelmed by the deepening scent of blood, and let out a short sigh.

Only then did a red alarm blare belatedly in her mind, signaling danger—and the moment she realized it, Dahlia instinctively stepped backward. But—

Crack.

The sound of a snapped twig cut off the steady rhythm abruptly.

The man, lost in his mindless obsession with his own blood without realizing someone was near, twitched and turned his head.

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