"Three minutes!"
"Didn't even need to threaten twice."
Su Xiaobai leapt down, landing softly behind her, hands in his sleeves.
She didn't look at him, she was still watching the crimson blood.
"I must say…" he murmured, circling her like a scholar admiring a new artifact, "you disappointed me just a little. I expected resistance. Tears. Screams. But you didn't even hesitate."
He leaned in, plucked the bracelet—Gu Ren—right off her wrist before she could react. Su Yiran turned, her eyes darkening beneath the faint veil of frost.
The way she looked at him...As if he was filth incarnate.
He smiled back, cheerfully, mockingly. Like he hadn't just turned her into a murderer.
"Don't be such an angry little bird," he said, spinning Gu Ren between his fingers. "I just wanted to know if you were with them."
Su Yiran's brow creased. Her voice was clipped, cold.
"You could have asked."
Su Xiaobai barked a laugh. "Right. And I'd believe whatever came out of that pretty little mouth?"
