Yun Qian's eyes were as calm as silk. She thought of herself as a manipulative, puppet-like third party, controlling her husband's life, truly a bad woman.
How could she not know to be tender-hearted?
She should care for him more, yet she didn't offer gentleness or affection, instead, she made him worry about her.
Fortunately, before witnessing the dust settle, she still has many things to do.
Yun Qian raised her head, thinking she always claimed to be an ordinary girl... but this didn't make her truly ordinary.
"Ordinary... what does it mean?"
Yun Qian stood up from the Cold Spring, sitting securely on the shore, just like in the courtyard, dipping her feet into the rapidly flowing water, quietly gazing afar.
Amidst the mist, the girl's fingertips flickered with a sharp, cold light, like a Silver Needle, with fresh blood still lingering on its tip—that was Xu Chang'an's blood.
Yun Qian sniffed the needle's tip at her nose, her eyes narrowed into a slit.
