Bai Ruozhu quietly got down from the bed and walked to the window, standing there for a while. She strained her ears to listen: all she could hear was the sound of someone walking away in the distance – it must have been the Butterfly. But the other person remained silent.
Despite herself, she finally opened the window. Whoever had been able to drive the Butterfly away couldn't be an enemy, and he must have superior martial arts skills. So why had he been hesitant to reveal himself?
She looked outside, saw nothing. Most likely, the person was on the rooftop. She flared her nostrils slightly, detecting a foreign scent in the air, carrying a hint of cosmetics – it surely came from the Butterfly. But there was something else...
The fresh and crisp scent of bamboo leaves. It was him. He had returned!