Chapter 779 Elk Blood Wine

• By the time the clouds had cleared and the rain had stopped, it was already the latter part of the night.
• Lysander felt battered, so exhausted that she didn't even want to move a finger. Even if her obsession for cleanliness kicked in, wanting to move to a cleaner spot to sleep, she could only manage to shift slightly to the side.
• Before she succumbed to sleep, an inexplicable thought flashed through her mind—