Time seemed to stand still as Yang Qing's eyes and attention remained fixed on the same spot.
Her… him, he muttered, brows furrowing, a million thoughts swirling in his mind—yet none bringing him any closer to explaining what he had just seen.
Even as he indulged in the food and the eye-opening journals, he had never forgotten the reason he came here: to find clues that might lead to Bai Chen.
