That was the truth, yet not one of them knew it.
News of the battle at Spirit Dawn Town had not yet reached Sunset City. The truth behind Wind and Rain Tower's destruction still lay buried beneath that blood-soaked land, waiting for someone to unearth it.
And each of the three people here was inextricably connected to Wind and Rain Tower—though they did not know it themselves.
Xue Yijian said, "Could it be that you already have someone you want to kill?"
At last, he raised his head and looked at the girl sitting on the windowsill.
The sunset shone upon his white robes, making him resemble a white flower on the verge of withering.
His gaze was earnest.
If Wen Yinger said yes, he would pick up his sword without hesitation and kill that person. He would not ask why, nor would he ask who was right or wrong. Simply because she had said so.
Wen Yinger shook her head. "How could I be that twisted?"
She smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. She truly did not look like someone "twisted," yet only moments ago, she had calmly told Xue Yijian to find someone at random and kill them.
The contrast was chilling.
Xue Yijian lifted his head with a smile and looked toward Yan Hui in the reception hall. Muttering to himself, he said, "Didn't you do something rather twisted today?"
She had brought home a strange man she had picked up from the roadside, changed his clothes, and treated his wounds.
Letting him stay in her manor—such a thing would not have been considered twisted if anyone else had done it.
But when it was Wen Yinger—Wen Yinger, who had never allowed anyone to set foot inside Phoenix Cry Manor—it became exceedingly abnormal.
Xue Yijian had lived