In the meantime, in Yuanya's room.
A complex pang of heartfelt pain flashed through the mysterious depths of Lan Xiu's eyes.
He watched Yuanya, who seemed lost in thought, without blinking, not missing a single detail of her expression.
The familiar environment gradually brought Yuanya back to her senses.
The events that had transpired earlier replayed in front of her eyes, crystal clear.
The reality hit her, heavy and impossible to avoid.
"I... I killed a man..."
She blurted out, her voice barely a whisper and slightly hoarse, with a hint of choked emotion.
A wave of pain tightened around Lan Xiu's heart.
He wondered whether insisting on pushing her, making her endure the cost, was a mistake?
He felt some regret, but what was done was done, there was no turning back.
Yuanya looked down at her own hands.
They were still slender and immaculately clean, but she seemed to see them stained with fresh blood.
Bright and piercing...
