Ye Lu slumped onto the chair, her breath short, her mind in chaos, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
"I know what you're thinking. The day you're waiting for might come very soon, so why rush?" Third Young Master Jun's slender fingers trailed over her rosy lips, light as a feather, touching and then immediately retreating.
Then he turned around, draped on his dark cloak, and strode away.
His cold and arrogant voice resonated throughout the room.
"Although you might not believe it, I still want to say that it wasn't me who killed Old Ling!"
Ye Lu's pupils dilated, her fingers clenched tightly; she tried to decide whether to believe his completely unsupported claim, but Third Young Master Jun had already disappeared at the doorway.
The sound of a car engine starting outside signaled his imminent departure.
Ye Lu's fingers twitched, she stood up, but ultimately sat back down and refrained from seeing him off.
