No one could remain calm under such a gaze.
Song Yue shrank her neck, "No, I didn't say anything."
"Take her back and torture her for information," Jun Mochan said, not looking at her again.
He had to find Ye Ranran right away, his heart faintly guessing, yet he was afraid to face the answer.
Exhausted from running, Ye Ranran stopped, but her heart was still oppressively uncomfortable.
She hugged her head with both hands and screamed, "Ah."
The mournful sound, like a cuckoo weeping blood, kept crying, making the cold autumn day even bleaker.
Wen Liangshan came out from the shadows and knocked her out.
He hoisted her over his shoulder and threw her into the car.
Huo Yi was still training in the woods, followed by a group of people; it turned out he was leading his soldiers in training.
"Hi."
Huo Yi looked up to see Wen Liangshan sitting in a tree, a sack slung over his shoulder, legs swinging, the dappled tree shadows obscuring her face.
