Zhou Ping'an's footsteps slowed slightly, his ears trembling lightly, and a faint luminescence emerged in his eyes.
In Lin Huaiyu's eyes.
He seemed to be astral traveling, his thoughts drifting away, his attention shifted elsewhere.
Every time she saw him with such an expression, it was because he had sensed an enemy.
"Could it be..."
She thought of a possibility.
"People with twisted minds act unpredictably and are likely to stay and admire their handiwork..."
Unsure if the murderer was still around? Trying to search a bit wouldn't hurt."
Zhou Ping'an said in a deep voice.
However, there was a slight disappointment in his eyes.
It was evident that he hadn't found anything amiss.
After a moment of thought, Lin Huaiyu suddenly stepped out of the crowd, then lifted the white veil from her face and casually threw away the snow-shielding hat on her head.
A face of delicate beauty, almost flawless, was made even more tender and delicate by the dampness of the light snow...
