"This is nature, survival of the fittest, where no animal can escape."
Lu Xiao's voice rose by her ear.
Yet, after his words fell, Wen Xian remained motionless, stiff in her place.
"Why stand there so foolishly unmoving, you…"
However, when Lu Xiao's gaze fell upon her face, he paused for a brief moment at what he saw.
Wen Xian stared unblinkingly at the scene before her, her face showing little emotion, but her eyes seemed veiled by a mist.
Lu Xiao looked down to see her hands clenched tight, the veins on the back of her hand standing out sharply.
"Wen Xian?"
His gaze was complex.
Wen Xian's eyelashes trembled lightly, and finally, she lowered her gaze, a silent self-mockery spilling from her lips.
"It's nothing."
Though she said that, her fist tightened further, with a mix of restraint and struggle.
