Dead?
Xiao Die was so frightened she shook her head, "No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, Young Commander spare my life... Young Commander, I know a secret about Mi Yao, she's been fancying another man behind your back."
Feng Yueming's expression changed, he parted his thin lips, "What did you say? You'd better explain yourself clearly!"
Xiao Die took out the piece of paper from her pocket, "Young Commander, look, this is a drawing by Mi Yao, she drew a man..."
Feng Yueming snatched the paper from her, then unfolded it and saw a face that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
Gu Yunsheng.
A myriad of emotions surged through Feng Yueming's dark, narrow eyes. These emotions twined ceaselessly in the depths of his heart, twisting it with piercing pain.