Inside the study room, when all the Emperor's personal guards left after they had broken Mo Xuan Fei's left arm, it was only he and Lin Xingyan who were inside.
The man and the woman lied on the floor motionlessly. It was only their chest, which rise and fall that indicating they were still alive. None of them moved for long time.
The woman kept her eyes wide opened, but they reflected nothing. If eyes were the window to the soul, then Lin Xingyan's soul has turned empty.
Meanwhile the man shut his eyes tight with bulging veins on his forehead. He was concentrated to the pain in his left arm. Cold sweat started to form on his forehead.
When the pain became more tolerable, Mo Xuan Fei opened his eyes, the dim light help his eyes to adjust with his surroundings easily.
