Inside the room, the scent of incense wafted gently, its hazy smoke from the censer drifting slowly through the sunlight.
Pei Xiaohan stood meekly before Lin Qianyan.
Her slender, pale fingers twisted the corner of her robes tightly. With her gaze lowered, she didn't dare look up. She felt an immense pressure from her normally gentle master, so much so that even breathing became difficult.
TAP, TAP—
Lin Qianyan tapped lightly on the table, and each crisp sound felt as if it were striking Pei Xiaohan's heart.
"Xiaopei, is this everything you have to confess?"
"I'm sorry, Master..."
Pei Xiaohan lowered her head, hastily admitting her fault.
"Why are you sorry now? When you were plotting to separate me from Brother Pei, how come it didn't occur to you to be sorry then?"
Lin Qianyan's cool words made Pei Xiaohan's breath catch. She looked up in a panic, her eyes red-rimmed and lips trembling, as if she wanted to defend herself—
