Lin Anning's body had gone cold as she stood there staring at the kneeling maid. She couldn't even move.
The maid was kneeling in a pool of her own blood, staining the ground and ugly shade of red. The metal of the sword that had been thrusted into her gleamed slightly under the evening sky and standing before her...
Was Gu Wanqing, who wasn't bothered by what she was seeing.
Anning fingers slowly curled into fists beside her body, she could guess what had happened immediately.
With the crowd that had gone silent, the blood on Wanqing's cheek and that expression she had on... Wanqing had definitely done this.
She swallowed hard at the mere thought. No matter how arrogant or cold she thought Wanqing was before, Anning had never for once imagined this. Like never!
Fear hit Anning so suddenly that it almost stole air from her lungs. She took in deep breaths, trying to calm her heart that was violently pounded against her ribcage.
