Pei Yuhang watched Fan Xuan walk out the door, the gentleness in his eyes slowly fading.
He relit the already-cold candle on the table. The flickering candlelight illuminated the room, but the deep look in Pei Yuhang's eyes did not dissipate.
'Xiaoxuan's feelings just now didn't seem fake.'
'It's embarrassing to say... but she really did want to crawl into my bed. She even got so carried away that she pulled out the Demon Blade to hack at my bed. Even the most elite spy wouldn't act like that.'
But...
'This doesn't make any sense.'
He raised a hand to rub his temples. The candlelight beside him cast shifting shadows on his sharp, chiseled profile.
'Was it really just a coincidence that Jiu, or rather Fan Xuan, approached me? Was there no calculation involved at all?'
From the very first day Fan Xuan arrived at the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, Pei Yuhang had been on guard.
