Xu Buwan raised a hand and gently wiped away the cold tear at the corner of her eye, the one that had made the Three Little Ones' hearts tighten.
When she lowered her hand, her expression had already returned to its usual cool composure, as though that momentary loss of control had been nothing but an illusion.
Yet only she herself knew that her heart was still pounding fiercely over the answer she could almost confirm. Still, the calm disposition tempered by twenty years of hardship allowed her to bury every turbulent wave deep within her eyes, revealing nothing.
Since a fleeting glimpse of the Dog Race battlefield had been enough to leave her with lingering doubts about the identity of this mysterious Lord of Huang, how could those sisters-in-law who had spent every day with her brother and known him far more deeply—Sister-in-law Yao Yao, Sister-in-law Shen-bao, Sister-in-law Xiao Xiao...—possibly have noticed nothing?
Perhaps during that battle of human humiliation, as Xu Caiyi had seen it, they had already grasped the Lord of Huang's true identity. Perhaps they had even become certain of it!
Xu Buwan's mind was as clear as a mirror, and with the slightest consideration, she immediately understood.
Yes. As for that hope buried in the deepest part of their hearts, those closest and most trusted people within the human race's inner circle had likely long since reached their own answers.
It was simply that this answer was too shocking and implicated too much. Before the proper time came, no one had spoken of it, nor could they easily expose it.
And perhaps because of that unique bond and obsession between brother and sister, she had become the one least willing to give up on finding proof. Again and again, she tested the waters, only to