The director called it a wrap, and cheers erupted all around. Finishing now meant they had the afternoon free and could spend the next two days having all the fun they wanted.
"Long live the director!"
The shout rang out across the set. Female Hooligan leaned back a little, and Qin Fen smiled awkwardly.
"Thank you for your gift." With that, Female Hooligan walked ahead, giving a little hop. She lowered her head, smiled mischievously, and stuck out her tongue, an involuntary blush spreading across her cheeks.
Watching her leave so cheerfully, Qin Fen suddenly felt a little empty. Was this what being in love felt like? But he didn't seem all that consumed by longing. For all the theoretical experience this old hand had accumulated through WeChat, Qin Fen was still a novice in practice.
"Love?" Qin Fen's mind went hazy, and that castle appeared in his memory again. There was something strange about that half-grown boy. "No, wait. I think I saw that little bastard holding a bow!"
Qin Fen froze, then narrowed his eyes as his thoughts raced. Deliberately lowering his voice, he looked at the snow. "It wasn't murder. Using a bow and arrow in public would be far too stupid. Besides, he was standing close to the hall, with nothing to hide behind in the passage. He was much too conspicuous. Second, he was just a child. He couldn't have been a professional assassin. Even if he were, he couldn't be that idiotic.
"Poison, or a small, easily concealed weapon like a dagger, would be safer.
"Also, judging by the details, that kid was dressed a little differently from the people inside. I traveled there several times, and he seemed to be there every time, even holding a bow. There's no way nobody saw him.