Lu Xiao looked at him. Whether it was the thick smoke stinging her, or something else, her already bloodshot eyes burned hot, as if a rush of heat surged up, flooding her sockets.
She bent down, looking at that face that had long since twisted into something hideous and terrifying.
All along, this was what this man had been to her; in truth, she had never really seen him clearly, because he was not Xiao Yuansui, and she did not believe that Wang Shaoji's younger brother could be any good thing either—just another beast of the same lair.
She had thought she had enough experience to see through every man, but everything that had just happened, for the first time, made her begin to doubt him, and even herself.
She spoke, her voice hoarse from the smoke: "Wang Shaoqiu…"
