September's weather was usually sweltering, but Liu Ning'er felt icy cold all over. Her chin, being pinched, ached, but she dared not utter a sound. She was terrified of this young man with a wooden sword at his waist.
Before, at Phoenix Perch Tower, she had only thought him gentle and unrestrained, a dashing wandering swordsman. Now, it seemed that those were merely superficial pretenses. His eyes were devoid of emotion, looking at her as if she were a lifeless object.
Her lips trembled as she struggled to speak, "Everything I did today was... was all arranged by Young Master Li Su. I... I... I only cooperated with him for money."
She sniffed, her eyes widening in utter grievance.
Ning Bufan smiled gently, shook his head, and released her chin, softly asking, "Meng He Li Su?"
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