Gu Jiao was looking at him with great interest, her gaze lingering on him as if evaluating his worth.
Which hand has touched my little brother?
This one?
Gu Jiao looked at his right hand.
Don't worry, this arm she just sutured, It won't be detached!
Gu Jiao then suspiciously looked at his left hand.
Tang Ming's heart skipped a beat!
To allow him to sleep peacefully, incense was burning in the room; the lamp had been put out. However, the moonlight that resembled water seeped through the window bars, reaching all the way to his bedside.
Across from him, against the light, there was a strange glimmer in her jet-black pupils.
Tang Ming felt as if he was encountering a ghost.
After all, the Marshal Residence was heavily guarded, where no assassins could sneak in unnoticed, and even if they managed to do so, the shadow-guard left by his uncle was stationed outside the door.
They couldn't have been dealt with as well, could they?
Have I really seen a ghost?