The woman seemed not to have noticed Bao Xiaoqin leave.
She continued staring at Wang Xian.
Her gaze was like an invisible thread, binding the two of them together. No matter how far Bao Xiaoqin went, no matter how fiercely the wind blew, that thread would not break.
After taking a sip of tea and letting out a sigh, Wang Xian sneered coldly. "Do you have to tear off all pretense before you'll answer my question?"
There was a trace of impatience in his voice, like a beast backed into a corner, baring its fangs.
The woman suddenly raised her head and stared at Wang Xian.
The expression in her eyes grew even stranger, as though she were looking at a blind man before her, yet also as though she saw nothing at all.
After a long while, she finally said, word by word, "I can tell you whatever you wish to ask."
Every word seemed to have been pulled from an ice cellar, so cold it made one's teeth ache.
Wang Xian paused. "Then why won't you say it?"
In an instant, the woman's voice dropped much lower. Muttering to herself, she said, "Some things cannot be said."
Her voice was as soft as a sigh, like wind brushing over dead leaves, like snow falling upon a lake. Yet every word was perfectly clear, as though carved into a stone tablet.
Wang Xian smiled. "What happens if you say them?"
The woman murmured, her voice fading to a whisper, yet piercing Wang Xian's chest like ice:
"If I say it, you will die."
At that, Wang Xian suddenly laughed.
His laughter was loud and uninhibited, nothing like what one would expect from a blind man. He leaned back against the railing as though reclining against a broad bedhead, as