Whether that unexpected concern had moved Bian Weiying or not, her hand trembled as she took what he offered.
After handing it over, Shi Chun withdrew his hand, but Bian Weiying's hand reacted as though startled, instinctively catching hold of his.
Then the cave fell into deathly silence again.
Wu Jinliang, who had felt his way to the entrance, froze before slowly turning back. Although he could see nothing, he gazed silently toward the place where they had just spoken.
He had thought Chuntian's "Let's go" sounded particularly spirited. Now he roughly understood: Chuntian might have found a way out.
That was good news, something to be happy about, and he truly was happy. Yet somehow, that happiness did not feel entirely clear and unclouded.
He found it strange himself. Why did it feel clouded? It should not have.
He had known from the start that once they had a way out, Chuntian would not let this woman live. Only this time, his methods seemed much gentler. Rather than driving a white blade in and pulling a red blade out, he would leave her to fend for herself.
That was not quite like Chuntian. Damn it, just what had these two been getting up to in the dark?
He only regretted not having seen it.
And he was glad he had not called out "sister-in-law."
Logically speaking, Chuntian's approach was right, too.
There had never been much tying them together, so why did he feel this lingering cloudiness?
Perhaps it really was as this woman had said: some things required the right time, the right place, and the right people. A hair's breadth of difference, and that feeling would never arise.
Or perhaps it was because this woman could say something like that.
With his saber resting on one shoulder