Wang Santing's Death (3)
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Qin Yi stood there in silence. The hem of her champagne dress blew in the wind. Her stunning face was expressionless, and her phoenix eyes swept across, but it made Wang Santing feel a sense of overbearing power.
"Are you done talking?"
Qin Yi's voice was very pleasing to the ears. Unlike the usual soft and clear voice of a girl, her voice always had a tinge of iciness like the sound of a mountain spring.
Wang Santing was in a daze. She suddenly felt like she didn't know who this young lady was. Was she still the same obedient Qin Yi who always hid behind her mother in the past?
She saw that man's shadow in Qin Yi, that man who charged through the dark road by himself. That man who was known as Master Qin.