Miss Nan did not look at Pei Ye, nor did she let Chi Sheng's corpse fall. Once it was completely lifeless, she held him, jumped onto a high branch, laid him flat, and covered him with the Transformed Snake's feathers.
Twenty zhang apart, Pei Ye rested his hand on his sword, watching without saying a word.
He felt as if he had experienced that night's ordeal from someone else's perspective.
The same tenderness and consideration, unexpected and sudden. When the small dagger stabbed into his neck, he only felt his heart grow cold, and when the long needle pierced Chi Sheng's neck, he felt a chill in his heart.
Trust was effortlessly gained, followed by casual removal of life, like an Immortal or a specter. Pei Ye could not comprehend her intentions.
