Wu Yun is powerless to say no when those amber eyes look up at him so earnestly. He sits back down on the wooden deck with a sigh, and hides his face in his bent knees. "What is it?"
"I want to know why you always look at me with that wounded look?" Shu Luan asks, and then chuckles self-deprecatingly ."But I don't think you'll answer me,"
Wu Yun squeezes his eyes shut, his long lashes trembling with the strain. "Ask me something else."
"How did I die? I think you can tell me at least that," he says, looking up at the moon. The silver glow highlights the rivers of liquid honey inside his irises. "You mentioned Shu Ai said I killed my father, I don't think you were just speaking out of anger."
Wu Yun doesn't need him to elaborate. He knows what Shu Luan wants to know.
