Zhao Hengyu suddenly sat up from the sofa, startling Xiao Konglin into a tremor in his voice.
“Old Qin, I have news.” That was all he said, and Xiao Konglin immediately moved aside.
“The group of people taken back from the airport that day, Zhao Wen had them tortured for information.”
“Spies?” Qin Ningyi raised an eyebrow.
“I haven’t even finished! Can you stop guessing so accurately?” Zhao Hengyu was a bit annoyed, feeling that perhaps these messages didn't even need to be investigated…
“Is it related to A Rou?” Qin Ningyi continued to ask, demonstrating with his actions that he wasn't able to guess everything.
“Probably.”
“They rarely received missions requiring actual action over the years, this was a very sudden one…”
The marks on her arms were still there, but her back was smooth and clean, suggesting the hidden weapon was a needle or something similar.
Everything was calm. Huo Rou reached back, seeking support.
The man behind her was still sulking.
Her lotus-like arms met and hung listlessly.
Huo Rou lay against the pillow, her mind blank.
Letting the sounds of wind and rain shatter.
Light and shadow shifted. Sunlight, filtering through the curtains, flickered across Huo Rou's face. She woke up, blinking her eyes.
Qin Ningyi stroked all her scars.
He choked out the question, “On the way to the airport, who injured you?”