Lu didn't move even an inch when her tiny hand was in Jing Yiran's large hand. She didn't realise that blood had started to drip out of her hand.
Pain didn't affect her as much. She had been a killer for a very long time.
Her fingers were probably warmer than Jing Yiran's, but she felt chill all over her hands and feet, and unconsciously tried to seek warmth.
But she had been by herself for a long time and dare not indulge herself into the warmth of the unknown.
She was her best in cold and dark. Warmth would make her lose her instinct that she had cultivated after thousands of cases.
"Why didn't you utter a sound when your fingers got cut!" Jing Yiran suddenly felt his heart ache for some reason, when he saw Lu's nonchalant expression.
Fingers were connected with the heart and when fingers were hurt, it would hurt a person much more.
But this lovely girl didn't seem to feel a thing.
