The gathering at Secret Garden's Youyue Hall had ended, and Xu Huan was carried out from the inside.
His pants were burned through, and his calf was dripping with fresh blood and covered with blisters; moreover, his whole body was soaked, making him look utterly disheveled.
Tang Suxin encountered Shi Yan in the corridor. The man was wearing an expensive casual suit, without a tie, and the buttons were not properly fastened, leaving the collar loose and open.
Yet, this disheveled look conjured up the words "elegantly unruly."
"Why did you do this to me?" Tang Suxin asked him, "Just to keep me here?"
She furrowed her brow, her face shrouded in a hazy mist reminiscent of Jiangnan's smoky rain.
Shi Yan, with one hand in his pocket, walked past Tang Suxin without saying a word.
With a sorrowful look in her eyes, Tang Suxin watched as Shi Yan's figure receded into the distance. She turned her head and saw Lu Xiaoyou getting into a car at the base of the building.
