On the quiet rooftop, the pale light of the crescent moon stretched the shadows of the two figures standing opposite each other.
The girl fixed a venomous gaze on the man across from her, her hand hanging by her side gripping a blood-dripping dagger.
A faint 'drip' echoed from the ground as drops of blood, scattering like flowers, slowly dried over time, leaving behind a sinister stain.
"I never thought we'd meet here," the blond man said, leisurely undoing his tie and wrapping it around his wounded arm.
His tone was calm, as though they were acquaintances with years of familiarity.
Yu Zhi stared directly into his blue eyes, the dagger in her right hand tightening until her knuckles turned white. "Why did you come to the Imperial City?"
"Because you're here," the man replied with a playful smile, though a chilling undertone ran through his voice.
Having exerted great effort to escape Wen Renche's clutches, he certainly wasn't about to let this chance to reconnect pass him by.
