Her watery eyes narrowed slightly, An Yiqing's small face was full of coldness, and her heart was in turmoil.
Gu Yelin stood behind her, his thin lips tightly pressed together, and the deep black eyes reflected the image of An Yiqing. It seemed that in the whole world, he could only see her.
That mysterious man stared at An Yiqing without blinking, his eyes filled with confusion, hatred, and a variety of other emotions.
The corridor was silent, Ruan Xue and the others stretched their necks trying to see what was written on the plaque, but found it all in vain. Everyone could only hold their breath anxiously, wishing they could disappear into the ground.
After a long silence, the man spoke.
