Feng Yun glanced at his emotionless face, shook her head regretfully, and let out a soft sigh.
"She wanted to live, her face full of desperation for survival, begging me to save her. But alas, the injuries reached her lungs—it was beyond help."
Pei Jue's gaze sharpened slightly, "Did she say who did it?"
Feng Yun shook her head, her brows furrowing tightly, as though striving to recall something, her tone carrying a faint chill.
"At that time, she was no longer able to speak clearly… She grasped my hand and seemed to say two indistinct words…"
She hesitated, pondering for a moment, as if preparing to say something but swallowing it back instead. Facing Pei Jue, she said:
"I didn't catch it."
Pei Jue nodded, "Then there's no need to dwell on it further."
Feng Yun curled her lips into a faint smile, "I thought your return tonight was to condemn me?"
Pei Jue glanced at her, "How shallow of you."
