Yu Se's hand, which had been resting on the doorknob, slowly withdrew. Fu Jing's words were undoubtedly logical, but clearly, this logic was something some could hear, while others could not.
In the hospital room, Jiang Muwan looked at Fu Jing, her gaze slightly deep.
The latter discerned a few traces of a stern aura in her eyes, loosened the grip on the back of her hand slightly, and seemed stunned for a few seconds.
Jiang Muwan's mood was less than cheerful.
Not merely because of the few words from Fu Jing but more so—from Gu Jiangnian.
"Jingjing," Jiang Muwan reined in the murderous intent swirling in her eyes, raised her other free hand, softly stroked her temples, speaking with a gentleness that didn't seem right, reminiscent of Black and White Impermanence sweet-talking you into following them for some indulgence. Jiang Muwan curved her lip corners, and then, in a very low voice, uttered a sentence that made Fu Jing tremble with fear, "I'll do it, you can't stop me."
