"Could it have been Ye Wudao who saved her?"
With her eyes closed, Qu Xiaoyue leaned back in her chair, the image of Ye Wudao appearing in her mind. But the more she thought about it, the less likely it seemed. Ye Wudao had no idea she was in danger, so how could it be such a coincidence that he was the one who saved her again? It was absolutely impossible. But if not him, then who had knocked the weapon from the viper's hand?
Qu Xiaoyue pondered for a while without success, only to rub her somewhat swollen brows. The viper had escaped this time, and she had no idea when she would be able to catch him. She blamed her own carelessness.
