There was no need to try. Lin Feng already knew she couldn't kill him.
Just as slitting her wrists and taking her own life hadn't broken the dream.
The good news was that Lin Su couldn't hurt her, either.
The passerby Xun Zhen's gaze kept wandering between the siblings, as though he wanted to spot some clue. Lin Su wearing Lin Feng's face, Lin Feng wearing Lin Su's face—the way they addressed each other was a little strange. Still, he wasn't particularly interested in such things.
He asked Lin Su, "Is this person your enemy?"
Lin Su replied, "No."
Considering the tense atmosphere between the two, Lin Su's answer wasn't very convincing. He was more curious about who the boy Lin Su had just killed was. How deep was their grudge? Cutting off his head hadn't been enough; Lin Su had even stabbed him in the heart.
Lin Su raised the head in his hand.
"Oh, him? He's the Twelfth Prince of the Ten Crows."
The owner of the head had died with his eyes open, his face filled with terror and fury.
Lin Su lifted the head higher, making its gaze level with his own, and admired it carefully for a moment. "What a pity about that face."
No matter how beautiful someone had been in life, once their head was cut off, their skin lost its rosy vitality and its color dulled considerably. Lin Su was experiencing Lin Feng's past, so he naturally knew how decisively his younger sister had committed her first murder.
She was the Lin clan's Phoenix Child.
There was no doubt about that.
"To be so resolute on your first try—not bad."
Lin Feng was a little surprised. "It wasn't my first."
The Twelfth Prince wasn't the first life she'd taken. Her second brother's