Tears fell from Yin Miaomiao's eyes, washing away the blood on her face and revealing a bit of her white skin. She reached out and untied the ribbon that bound Qin Musheng's mouth and murmured, "Did you ever like me, even just a little bit?"
Qin Musheng gradually calmed down from his shock. He could feel that when Yin Miaomiao asked this question, it came from a place of deep, bone-cutting love. He had always been the one chasing beauties, yet he had never experienced such burning love, even though it had become twisted. He found himself at a loss for a moment because, in truth, he had never paid attention to this gentle girl who had always stood beside Qi Liuniang, her radiance completely overshadowed. Even knowing the danger he was in at that moment, he didn't want to lie to her and simply said, "I... don't know."
