It was already night, and the sky had turned completely dark.
From this angle, one could see countless lights below.
The wind on the rooftop was strong, with no obstructions, howling as it passed.
The woman's long hair fluttered in the wind, making her face appear even smaller and more desolate.
The billowing of her clothes in the wind gave Mo Shiqian the illusion that she might be swept away at any moment.
There was only a dim, solitary light on the rooftop.
Chi Huan's face was almost entirely covered by shadows beneath her long hair, and her voice dispersed in the wind, "Can you tell me who that woman was who suddenly appeared wanting to kill me and why she wanted to murder me?"
Though she asked, there was more to her question, but she truly did not know who wanted her dead.
Gael?
Or Lawrence?
Mo Shiqian squinted his eyes; his handsome face was a play of light and shadow, too indistinct to see clearly, "You tell me first, why did you ditch An Ke to meet with Mou Xigu?"
