His hand faintly supported Jiang Li's back, and since Jiang Li was not as tall as him, from a distance, it looked like he had wrapped his arms around her, and if he leaned down, his chin would rest atop her head. However, he did not glance at Jiang Li at all, but his long, narrow phoenix eyes were full of a shallow smile, brimming with endless ripples of color, watching Little Peach Red intently.
Jiang Li turned to look at Little Peach Red.
The woman's face, covered in ink, concealed her expression, leaving only her eyes, cold and hard as iron, a far cry from the melodious and charming visage she'd offered while singing moments before.
"Who sent you?" Jih Heng asked softly.
His voice was gentle as well, as if addressing a friend or reluctant to startle a breathtaking beauty, filled with boundless pity.
Little Peach Red did not speak.