In the morning light, Xu Ying's hands were covered in fresh blood, yet she remained as steady as a rock while bandaging the Bai He's wounds.
"Flying drones in the desert reserve without approval is strictly prohibited." Xu Ying's voice was low and restrained, yet it couldn't hide the anger within.
When her fingertips touched the broken bone of the Bai He, her eyelashes quivered slightly, as if the pain had reached her own body.
"Especially when using drones to observe birds up close," Xu Ying gritted her teeth, the gauze swiftly turning red in her hands, "it's practically murder!"
Sunlight shone on her tense side profile, highlighting the undried tear stains at the corner of her eyes.
The Bai He's severed limb was a bloody mess, with the stark white bone glaringly exposed to the air.
Xu Ying's voice began to tremble: "Even more hateful is... that perpetrator... how could he..."
