Dongfang Minghui waited for a long time. Bored with nothing to do, she took out paper and a pen and spent ages sketching. She wanted to draw those beautiful eyes, but although she captured their shape, she could not capture their spirit.
How should she put it?
They were a pair of damned bewitching peach-blossom eyes. The slightest glare brimmed with allure; a coy, petulant flash of anger made the heart itch unbearably, impossible to resist.
"Hey, Dongfang Minghui, my people said you were hurt?"
The moment Wei Junlan pushed open the door, he found her grinning foolishly at a sheet of paper. He swiftly snatched it from her hand and looked at the pair of eyes drawn on it. "Huh? What the hell is this?"
"Eyes. The attacker's eyes." Dongfang Minghui put the paper, ink, pen, and inkstone she had just taken out back into her storage space, then added with absolute certainty, "He's one of your Blood Baleful Alliance members."
He knew the terrain, moved with exceptional agility, and every stroke of his sword seethed with murderous intent.
"Most importantly, he understands you very well." Dongfang Minghui smiled. Two transmigrators had been played for fools by someone lurking in the shadows. His ploy to lure the tiger away from its mountain had clearly targeted Wei Junlan. He had calculated every detail, every aspect, except her sudden return.
"Me?"
Wei Junlan pointed at himself in disbelief and asked suspiciously, "You mean he's someone close to me?"
"Not necessarily." In her few days at the Blood Baleful Alliance, most of the people she had seen interacting with Wei Junlan were elders. The attacker was seventeen or eighteen, so the ages did not match. "If possible, it would be best to assemble every assassin at your headquarters."
She had seen those