Chapter 3 The Cold Palace
After they were dragged away, the chief eunuch waved his hand, signaling us to leave.
I turned stiffly and walked quickly, wanting to escape as soon as possible.
This felt wrong.
Had Xie Fei's redemption succeeded? Why was Wen Ruo forcibly kept in the palace?
Too many questions swirled in my mind. I hadn't figured out a reason to resurrect yet, and I didn't want to meet Xie Fei. I had to leave first.
As the distance to him grew, a voice that sounded like pearls colliding rang out again.
"Stop."
My body froze.
"Turn around."
I looked left and right, confirming it was for me.
Turn around, recognize me, then what?
Xie Fei hated lies most and despised being deceived.
The old Xie Fei might have let it go lightly, but the one here who took lives casually felt too unfamiliar. I wasn't sure.
I didn't think about my own fate. I ran on instinct!
The scene blurred behind me as footsteps thundered.
Fear drove me forward, shouts left behind.
When no path remained, I stopped panting and bent over.
An arm suddenly grabbed me tightly, as if breaking my bones.
I turned my head and collided with his deep gaze.
The next moment, his voice, gentle yet eerie, came: "Running where?"