She raised those mist-veiled eyes and looked pensively at Xiao Wu, a complex emotion growing within her gaze.
The atmosphere inside the dungeon instantly froze.
The smile on Xiao Wu's face stiffened, and her originally bantering expression turned pale and flustered in that instant.
A trace of embarrassment, even faint terror, flashed across her star-bright eyes.
Bai Qinchen listened to Zhu Zhuqing's mockery-laced and desolate words, his face devoid of much emotional fluctuation.
He did not offer a single word of explanation, nor did he halt his attack on Ning Rongrong, every up and down carrying an absolute, lofty control and sense of oppression.
"Mmph..." While experiencing the fierce onslaught, Ning Rongrong turned those beautiful eyes, filled with moisture and a daze, and fixed them likewise upon Xiao Wu.
Ning Rongrong's red lips parted slightly, and with a sweet, panting breath, she asked intermittently: "Xiao Wu... Zhuqing is right, Oscar and Dai Mubai are both dead. We resigned ourselves to our fate long ago, and we are utterly unable to leave Qinchen anymore. But what about you?" She abruptly raised her snow-white neck, cooperating with a heavy strike from Bai Qinchen, and then breathed out as she continued to press: "Tang San... What on earth do you plan to do about Tang San? Can you possibly still be daydreaming of staying by his side?"
The last trace of color instantly drained from Xiao Wu's already pale and flustered pretty face.
Her whole body seemed drained of strength, and she collapsed dejectedly to Bai Qinchen's side.
She gently bit her bloodless red lips, her long eyelashes trembling violently, yet she kept her head lowered throughout, not uttering a word.
In those once vibrant and lively eyes, there now remained only a storm where endless struggle, guilt, and fear intertwined.
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