"I trust what Second Miss Tang says—"
As the young man's calm and gentle voice uttered these words, the snow pressed upon the bare branches suddenly crumbled, gently landing on his still somewhat frail shoulder.
The sound of the falling snow was particularly soothing, and in an instant, Tang Xiaobai felt a coolness in her heart, dispelling the restlessness and anxiety that had been unspoken moments ago.
"Why do you trust me?" Tang Xiaobai regretted the question as soon as she asked it.
The words were likely said to comfort her; by asking, she risked exposing the intention behind them.
"Prison break is no easy feat, and Zhao Jing's whereabouts after his escape remain a mystery, suggesting he has allies; otherwise, he'd not be in hiding so deeply. Although Zhao Jing never overtly showed ties with Prince Jin, his repeated misdeeds had hints of the prince's influence. While it's unclear what Zhao Jing means to Prince Jin, Second Miss's suspicions aren't without grounds."
