"... how do you know so much?"
It didn't add up.
He knew the language. The faction politics, the games behind the rumors.
Wang Xiao shrugged. "Only visited once."
She nodded slowly, not believing him for a second.
In her heart, she'd already decided he was lying.
The further they walked, the worse her mood grew. The gossip never stopped. His shadow was everywhere.
"Since the day I was born," she muttered bitterly, lips pursed into a small pout, "there hasn't been a single year I didn't hear people talking about him."
Even here, even now.
She muttered, resentful?
"You take one step forward, thinking you're close… and then you realize he's already ten steps ahead."
Wang Xiao listened quietly.
Then, casually, he asked, "So… when are we killing him?"
Ning Xue snapped her head toward him, eyes annoyed. "How many times do I have to tell you... I don't want to kill him."
"Tsk, Boring," Wang Xiao shrugged.
