The wounds on the body were made by Khitan curved blades, deep enough to see bone. Falling forward on her knee…
The wounds on the body were made by Khitan curved blades, deep enough to see bone.
Falling forward on her knees, as if begging the Khitans to spare her.
One hand points forward towards the direction of the reeds, the other hand tightly clutches a package of herbs.
Is that the direction of escape? Or... the direction of home?