The night wind brushed against his face, it wasn't cold, but Nangong Lin couldn't help but shiver. He knew very well, if Gu Ling said she wanted to kill him, she would really do it!
"I'll talk." History showed that Nangong Lin was a man who understood the times.
Gu Ling put away the gun in her hand, pulled up one of Nangong Lin's arms, and dragged him from the ground into the room.
Su Liang closed the doors and windows, turned the lamp wick a bit, and the room became a bit brighter.
"Start talking, from the very beginning." Su Liang sat down, her gaze coldly fixing on Nangong Lin.
"What...from the beginning?" Nangong Lin was dazed for a moment. He was thinking about how to describe the matter of Yue Mei.
"Start recounting from the day you were injured and escaped last year. Where you went afterward, who you met." Su Liang said.
