"Wipe your tears, I don't like dealing with men who are tearful." The voice was subtly cold, tenderly soft, and uniquely pitched.
Xiao Tingyan lifted his head and turned to look.
There was someone standing next to him, a person holding a plump cat with one hand, his face pale but his eyebrows and eyes clear and bright.
Intelligent and self-confident it was plain to see.
She was back.
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In a densely packed alley in a slum area in Kyoto, within an old, abandoned house where no one had lived for a long time.
"I didn't expect Xiao Tingyun to die so easily, she got off cheaply!" A man of ordinary appearance and stature said in a low voice, filled with apparent resentment.
The other man across him, while looking out at the unique view outside through the broken window, calmly said, "If she hadn't died, I would have suspected this was all her doing, but with her death and the Xiao family in turmoil, I feel that we and our junior brother all walked into a trap."
