Ning Xia's heart lurched suddenly at the sound—it was...
Indeed, a group of footsteps caught up from behind, blocking the three of them, and the leader was none other than Ai Lin, clad in military uniform, her bearing both valiant and impressive.
Since that day at the villa where she met Ai Lin, there had been no further encounter with her. She hadn't expected to meet her again under such circumstances.
Ning Xia surreptitiously sized her up; Ai Lin had lost a lot of weight, her chin sharpened, lips tightly pursed, and her gaze extremely serious and piercing. As her eyes swept over, they carried an imperceptible resentment.
Her gaze lingered on Ning Xia for merely a second before shifting to Bo Siyan, her dark eyes intently fixed on him. The light in the depths of her eyes seemed to shimmer with many emotions, yet at the same time appeared empty. But still, her hands which hung at her sides couldn't help but clench involuntarily.
