The black Bentley Bentayga screeched to a halt outside the Farmhouse Courtyard.
Throughout the drive, the car had been deathly silent.
The air was thick with suppressed fury and the lingering terror of narrowly escaping death.
Chen Lin helped Song Qiuya, who was still somewhat dazed, out of the car. His handsome face was now cold as ice.
They entered the backyard with Qin Chuxia.
The sight before them made Song Qiuya and Qin Chuxia, who had just survived a brush with death, freeze on the spot.
The courtyard had been swept spotless.
Friday, the silver-white robot, stood motionless beside the stone table like a loyal sentry.
At its feet lay a middle-aged man, tightly bound and gagged with a wad of cloth, already unconscious.
Qin Churan stood nearby with her arms folded, her solemn expression tinged with relief.
Qin Chuxia's mind was still frozen.
But when her gaze fell on her cousin, all her earlier horror was instantly replaced by an even stronger, utterly bewildering shock.
She rushed forward, completely ignoring the extremely dangerous man on the ground, and reached out to touch Qin Churan's face.
"What are you doing?"
Startled by her sudden movement, Qin Churan instinctively backed away.
"Churan!" Qin Chuxia's voice trembled. Her beautiful rose-red eyes widened as her fingertips gently brushed her cousin's smooth, delicate skin. "Your face... your eyes... there's not a single sign of injury! Your... your skin looks even better than before you were hurt!"
Her words rang out in the quiet courtyard.
Song Qiuya's gaze lingered on Qin Churan's flawless face.
Then she slowly turned toward the grim-faced man beside her.
The Jade Bangle that had shone with holy light the instant they plunged off the cliff.
That impossible speed of recovery...
At that moment, every mystery pointed to a single