My first thought was that Zhong Yilan had done it. My second thought was that I must've been too caught up in my own conflict with her to think that way. She had been a long-time admirer of Xie Lun, and there was no way she would poison her crush just for the sake of our bet. Besides, even if she wanted to, she so rarely visited Xie Lun's hall that there wasn't much of a chance for her to—
An alarm rang in my mind at that thought. Could it be the pastries that Qi Lian mentioned earlier?
I didn't realize Xie Lun was watching my expression the whole time until he spoke. "You look like you agree that I'm dying, Yun Qing-er," he observed. "It can't really be that serious?"
