The worst-case plan he spoke of was a jailbreak.
No matter the cost, he couldn't let Yin Yinyue suffer the slightest grievance.
Chu Sandao opened his mouth but didn't say a word, because Xuan Qing wasn't discussing with him.
"Go to the prison again and smooth things over, make sure Yin Yinyue has a better time, and I want to see her," Xuan Qing said with narrowed eyes.
If he went to the prison now, wouldn't he be the hero saving the beauty, as the legends say?
Chu Sandao nodded, "I'll do my best."
After giving his instructions, Xuan Qing told Chu Sandao to leave; his mind was too cluttered, and he wanted to calm down.
He took out a pink handkerchief, continuously rubbing the moon character embroidered on it.
It was given to him by Yin Yinyue in the cell to wipe his blood; he always kept it with him.
Just because of that bit of tenderness, he was bound for life. He didn't know if it was worth it, he only knew he was willing.
