Zhu Qing hated it. Every bit of it.
Centuries of studying formations and she was still trapped here, helpless against a crude design like this.
"Hey, hey," Su Xiaobai said, squinting at her. "Don't wipe so hard. Your skin's going to come off at this rate."
"I hate blood!" Zhu Qing gritted her teeth, her movements becoming even harsher.
Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall. "Yeah, well, so does everyone. But you should be used to it by now, right? Pretty sure you've got a decent kill streak."
"I do," Zhu Qing snapped, her glare shifting to the blood splattered across the floor as though it were her mortal enemy. "But I hate it splashing on me."
Su Xiaobai tilted his head, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "That's cute, but the splashing? Really? That's… oddly specific."
She didn't answer immediately. Her gaze darkened, the irritation in her expression curling into something deeper. Something bitter. "It's when the bad things start."
