Shen Qingqiu didn’t understand. In Huan Hua Palace’s Water Prison, upon their last meeting with each other, he’d done his utmost to be callous, cruel, and sarcastic. He’d told Yue Qingyuan to get lost, and Yue Qingyuan had done so. Shen Qingqiu had been uncertain if that letter of blood would call him here. But no normal person, if they were of sound thought, would step into such a blatant, undisguised trap. He still didn’t understand. I thought you weren’t coming.
