So easy to deceive...
Lu Ying clearly read her lips.
It turns out that tonight's rendezvous had been a deception from beginning to end.
She had never intended to reconcile with him, to restore what was broken, never intended to prepare a New Year's gift for him, nor had she wanted to walk together at the Lantern Festival and share a bowl of glutinous rice dumplings.
She had lured him here to kill him.
Firelight reflected off Lu Ying's cold and desolate face.
His eyes were reddened as he gazed at the girl sitting in the palm of the Bodhisattva's hand.
Under the blaze of the lanterns, her scarlet red cloak and crow-black tresses danced boldly in the cold wind, even the arcs of their movements exuded seduction and charm, like a masterpiece inked by an intoxicated artist—a beauty too extraordinary to belong to the mortal realm amid the sea of lantern lights.
Behind her, the towering Lamp Sea Bodhisattva emanated a compassion that transcended worldly sorrows.
