Dirty

Emma stood against him, dressing. On the ground, there were three bleeding persons. One's belly was covered in blood. One was injured in the carotid artery with blood gurgling out. And the third person was lying on the ground with a dagger stuck in his back.

The ground was littered with shoes, jackets, socks and trousers. The white overcoat that was stained with blood looked astonishingly red from afar, while Emma stood in the middle of the red.

Jaquan walked behind her. Emma probably heard the sound and slowly turned around. Her hands were covered in blood, and she didn't know whether it was hers or not.

Seeing him, her eyes twinkled slightly. Then, she looked down at her hands. They got dirty finally.

Jaquan picked up the coat on the ground and put it on her. Then, he looked down at her legs, the white underwear stained with dirty handprints of men. He hated it so much that his teeth creaked. The moment he picked up the trousers, tears almost fell out of his eyes.