"Because if the murderer is really found, I might not stand by your side," Yan Lin said in a complex tone, then turned and left.
What... what does that mean?
Yan Lian sat on the bed, her face full of confusion, unable to make sense of it.
Chu Baihan had been guarding the door all along, still pondering over Xixi's situation, wondering if he had escaped safely.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp gaze fall upon her.
Stiffening, she looked up, only to find... Yan Lin had already pushed the door open and come out.
"Prince Eight," Chu Baihan reluctantly paid her respects.
Seeing her gesture, Yan Lin's eyes fiercely changed...
For it reminded him of six years ago, when Chu Baihan always greeted him in this manner.
Despite clearly defying him, she still had to pay her respects because of convention.
Chu Baihan bowed her head, and after a long while without Yan Lin speaking, she felt uneasy, not knowing if he had discovered something.
Just then, a shadow fell over her.