Ying Xiu's gaze landed on Baili An's calmly resting jade hand on his stomach, he suddenly felt dizzy for some reason.
Without any trace, he narrowed his eyes, only to feel that the dim light between heaven and earth had narrowed a bit.
The clear sound of flowing water made his chest bone faintly ache; he felt that at this moment, whatever expression he made would be overly inappropriate—his only choice was to tense his face, expressionless, as if he were indifferent to another small, unrelated matter.
Baili An showed no emotion on his face, but in reality, he was overwhelmed, while both sides of the riverbank fell into a silent understanding.
After a long while.
Baili calmly explained, "This is a misunderstanding."
Yin Baishuang's eyes darkened with cynicism, and her intent to kill slowly rose.
Ying Xiu tasted the bitterness in his throat as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.
