"You said that even the dead might not keep secrets. Xiao Lin wants an answer; I just need to provide one. There are many kinds of answers."
When Xiao Lin reached the riverside, he could only vaguely see a shadow on the river path. There were quite a few blood stains on the ground as Xiao Lin searched for Flame Swallow's traces.
"He's over there!" Xiao Ya, who followed closely, pointed to a hand that had fallen outside behind a dark stone not far away, and Xiao Lin ran over.
The mask that had always been on Flame Swallow's face was cut open, revealing his originally exquisite face. He was a man more beautiful than a woman; if this face was ruined, it would be a travesty. "There's a dog here too, but it seems like it's dead!"
"Sibuxiang?" Hearing Xiao Ya's words, Xiao Lin picked up the unconscious Flame Swallow. "Take the dog along." He wouldn't let Sibuxiang die.
"Are you sure?" Xiao Ya looked at the convulsing dog, with little hope of saving it.
