Qin Lie slowly straightened up, withdrawing his hand from Qin Xiao's wrist, where the pulse was now so faint it was almost imperceptible.
The trace of feigned urgency on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by an icy, repressed rage that felt like a volcano about to erupt. Like an iceberg on the verge of cracking, his chill pierced to the bone.
His gaze swept slowly across everyone in the private room, like two newly quenched, frost-gleaming, blood-drenched swords: Madam Liu, who sat paralyzed on the floor like a lump of mud, still shaken with terror, snot, tears, and foam covering her face; the handful of bewildered servants with paper-white faces and darting eyes; and those "witnesses" who, though separated by the bead curtains of the screen, seemed pierced right through by his look!
Chapter 347