When she finished speaking, she looked quietly at Qin Lie, as if shedding a burden of thousands of pounds, and as if awaiting a final verdict. A life of wandering, a blood feud to bear, possessing extraordinary skills yet unwelcome in the world—this was the sum of her existence.
Silence fell once more within the quiet room. The fragrance of herbs lingered, and the charcoal fire burned warm, yet it could not dispel the bone-deep loneliness and chill emanating from Ayina.
Qin Lie's fingers stopped their tapping. He stood up, his tall figure casting a somewhat oppressive shadow in the firelight of the charcoal. He walked over to the low table, picked up the deep-blue "Wolf Kiss" poisoned dart, and felt its icy touch and intricate fine patterns with his fingertips.
Chapter 124