He kept hurling abuse, his voice hoarse: "Qiumier, you traitor! I'll kill you!" His face was flushed red like a ripened tomato, the veins in his neck bulging as if they might burst at any second. His voice was filled with rage and despair, each word squeezed out from between his teeth.
Qiumier stood her ground, smoothing out her wind-tossed hair. Her movements were elegant and composed, as if the thrilling confrontation just moments ago had never happened. Her gaze swept coldly over Lordson; her eyes remained void of any ripples, as if Lordson were nothing more than an inconsequential clown. The corner of her mouth curled into a meaningful, icy sneer—a sneer as chilling as winter frost, leaving her true thoughts unreadable.
This sneer looked particularly grating to Liang Song. He had been standing to the side, silently observing everything. His eyes were full of vigilance and suspicion, as if trying to see through Qiumier. Doubts surged within him like a crashing tide. Having worked with Qiumier for a long time, he had always regarded her as a trustworthy comrade-in-arms, but Lordson’s reaction and Qiumier’s strange sneer forced him to re-evaluate her.
Chapter 363