Capítulo 87: Reading other people's love letters

Han Xin watched Peng Xiu walk away, her hair whipping in the breeze the scent enticing enough to snatch souls and entangle them in a trap.

His soul wasn't snatched by her but his thoughts were definitely tangled in a web of confusion and suspicion.

Something about her reaction just now seemed off. It was as though she had never written that letter to him or had that portrait drawn of her. She wasn't timid or embarrassed. Instead, she had on a smile like she had discovered something very interesting. It was like this was her first time seeing it.

He settled down in the carriage his mind still churning. He replayed the scene of Peng Xiu pulling him close. He was trying to make sense of it.