Yu Liang had seen this same covertly intense demeanor in Tu You, suggesting to all around her she was always ready to risk her life.
It was like a lone wolf stranded on an icy plain.
Yu Liang stepped forward to unlock the handcuffs on Xu Cixi's hands. He didn't have any such thing in his house; where did Li Huazhao get them?
He looked at the deep red marks around her wrists, stark against her pale skin.
The next second, Xu Cixi's eyes flashed open. A short dagger appeared in her hands, held suddenly against Yu Liang's throat.
This was all instinct, only after had she done all of this, did she realize who the man in front of her was.
"You..." Seeing his face, Xu Cixi was certain it was Yu Liang, not some demon-possessed fellow.
"It's me," Yu Liang nodded, "Let's go. I have a lot of questions for you."
"Oh." Xu Cixi put down the knife in her hand and silently followed behind Yu Liang.