At last, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there was nothing in their depths but cold, deathly stillness.
"You..." Tang Wutong said to Dai Ying, her voice dry and hoarse. "Get out."
"Mom?" Dai Ying froze.
"I said get out!" Tang Wutong's voice suddenly rose, carrying a tremor she herself did not notice, while the tips of her ears quietly reddened.
Frightened by her, Dai Ying pouted and shuffled out of the room, looking back every few steps.
Tang Wutong did not notice the barely perceptible gleam that appeared in Dai Ying's pretty little eyes after she turned around.
The door closed, leaving only Tang Wutong and Bai Qinchen in the room.
The air instantly fell quiet, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.
Tang Wutong stood where she was, helplessly twisting the hem of her clothes in both hands, her face so red it looked ready to bleed.
Bai Qinchen leaned against the bedside. The red markings on his chest were still flickering, but his gaze had become exceptionally clear.
"Wutong," he began softly, his voice a little hoarse. "Are you really willing to help me?"
Tang Wutong bit her lip, not daring to look at him, and merely nodded slightly.
"Then I'm sorry for the trouble." An almost imperceptible curve lifted the corners of Bai Qinchen's mouth.
The plan had succeeded.
To make it all look convincing, he had indeed had Bibi Dong leave residual Soul Power inside his body, but it merely looked frightening and would not affect him at all.
Tang Wutong stood motionless, her lips tightly pressed together. Only after a long while did she squeeze out, "You... don't get any ideas. I just... have no other choice."
Was there another way? Of course there was. For example, they could