Murong Feiyan shot him a fierce glare.
Hu Xiaotian said, "Don't glare at me. No one in this world knows you better than I do. The fiercer you act toward me, the more you love me deep down. You might have thought about never speaking to me again, but you've already realized you simply can't forget me."
Murong Feiyan gave a disdainful snort, then said, "You make it sound as though you're the only man left in the world."
"There may be plenty of men, but not many are right for you. And there's only one who can haunt your dreams, make you burn between life and death with desire, and stir all your joy, anger, sorrow, and grief. That man may seem far beyond the horizon, but he's right before your eyes!"
Murong Feiyan spat, wishing she could spit straight into the scoundrel's face. Not only was Hu Xiaotian thick-skinned, his opinion of himself was outrageously high. Yet deep down, she had to admit that he was telling the truth. She really could not forget him.
Hu Xiaotian asked, "What do you think about Prince Fu's assassination?"
Murong Feiyan said, "Perhaps the people who abducted the King did it." Her beautiful eyes rested on Hu Xiaotian, their gaze full of suspicion, as though he were the suspect.
Hu Xiaotian chuckled. "Everything in this world happens for a reason. There is no love without cause, no hatred without cause, and certainly no murder without cause. If you want to find the killer, first look at who benefits most from his death. Ignore those misleading appearances. Think about it directly, and the real culprit won't be hard to find." He lowered his voice. "You'd better leave this investigation to someone else."
Murong Feiyan's beautiful eyes brightened, as though she had understood