This night, Yin Weiyin found herself not wanting Min Ning to die just yet.
Even if two Lu Yings had to die, not a single Min Ning should die—not tonight. Yin Weiyin couldn't help but think so, her thoughts flying rapidly, drifting far like sparks from the fire, growing ever distant, glowing faintly like a Kongming Lantern. Then suddenly, it flickered again in the emptiness of her gaze; just as abruptly as the flame shifted, her thoughts followed. She wondered, how many Min Nings could a single Yin Weiyin be worth?
