In the night, amid the heavy snow, Bai Li was no longer lively.
Her hair was disheveled, and her white clothes had become stained with dust.
Han Tong stood atop the mast, looking at Bai Li for a long time without speaking. He hadn't expected the Spy Department to use Bai Li to threaten him. Who had betrayed him? Was it Ayun? Or the person who had arranged for him to go to Baiyi Lane tonight?
