After regaining his senses, Ling Mo then reached out to Ye Lian, smiling as he said, "Come, girl, let me wipe your hands."
Ye Lian froze for a moment, slowly raising her blood-stained hand...
And as Ling Mo lowered his head to carefully wipe, she kept watching him...
"Did Ye Lian kill this?" Xia Na's teasing voice came from behind.
Ling Mo squeezed the blood-soaked paper and turned around, then placed his hand on top of their heads.
"When did you come out?"
Tilting her head with an eerie smile, Xia Na answered while she couldn't help following the paper ball with her eyes: "For a while now... since she said she couldn't catch you. But by the way, she seems really resentful. Ling, did you do something unspeakable to her, so she's here to hold you accountable?"
"What unspeakable... Didn't you just say it?" Ling Mo rolled his eyes.
