Su Dingheng's Dependence
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Chu Yihan gently stroked her head, reminiscent of the affection he had showered upon her during her childhood. "It's alright, don't worry."
Chu Yihan's formidable presence always brought a sense of comfort.
To ensure Su Yingxue could rest well, he instructed Mo Qi to clean up the corpse in the Marquis's Manor before leaving.
However, upon returning to the prince's mansion, his countenance turned grim.
"Splat!"
Leaning against the desk, Chu Yihan watched as the pristine white paper became tainted with his blood, his ink-black eyes gradually taking on a crimson hue.
After bidding farewell to Liang Jin and handling the affairs in the mansion, Su Yingxue noticed the night had already fallen.
Before she could catch her breath in her courtyard, the clamor of Su Dingheng's distressed cries reached her ears. "Shuli, save me! Shuli, save me! Shuli..."
Su Yingxue furrowed her brows. "Has he been shouting like this all along?"