Ma Lu hadn't expected that even the apricot blossoms at Crouching Tiger Hill would get dragged into this.
He wanted to ask more questions, but the burly man clearly had reached the end of his hope, and after speaking his last words, he took his knife and took his own life.
Worried about Gu Qingyi's safety, he rushed into the dye workshop with utmost urgency after the game ended, not taking the time to check the body.
To his surprise, no fight had taken place inside.
Gu Qingyi had already searched the dye workshop and hadn't found the man with the birthmark under his ear.
Nor was the Lotus Bowl discovered; only a piece of disturbed soil was found in the backyard, and upon digging, they found seven or eight bodies, assumed from their garb to be former workers of the dye workshop.
Gu Qingyi felt somewhat disappointed, as if her punched fist had once again hit empty air. She turned her head and saw Ma Lu staring into space at a jujube tree in the courtyard.
