Si Mobai carried Feng Tianlan out of jail. The warm sunshine washed away the jail's awful stench from their bodies.
"Lan'er." Si Mobai put Feng Tianlan down and lowered his eyes to look at her.
Feng Tianlan took two steps back and lightly dusted off her clothes. "Don't touch me."
"Do you believe what she said?" As Si Mobai considered her actions his almond eyes started to grow cold. He thought that she trusted him, trusted in his character.
"Whether what she is saying is true or not, it doesn't matter." Feng Tianlan narrowed her eyes, and her voice was as light as the clouds in the sky. "It has nothing to do with me. I just don't like you touching me."
She trusted him, and that made him all the more dangerous. She should stop having anything to do with him. The pain that Jiang Ying had dealt her was enough to make her avoid men as if they were poisonous snakes.
