The autumn rain is bleak and desolate, and the island is shrouded in dark clouds, gray and gloomy.
Rain drops as big as beans dripped down the banana leaves and fell from the eaves.
The coldness penetrates deep into the skin and bones, making the cold chill penetrate to the bones.
Holding the crab claw pen tightly in his palm, Song Lingzhi felt like his heart was in turmoil, but he suppressed his intense uneasiness.
Looking back, his eyes met Shen Yan's.
Shen Yan placed one hand on his shoulder, with his back to the light, his dark eyes were deep and without a single ripple.
The cold voice fell on his neck, and he shuddered countless times. Shen Yan's breath was warm, and he leaned down and held Song Lingzhi's right hand carelessly.
The fingertips are cool, and there seems to be some residual moisture.
He held Song Lingzhi's hand and scribbled on the paper casually.
All the efforts Song Lingzhi had spent for several days were wasted, as the Canaan bracelet on paper was arbitrarily slandered.
Then, Song Lingzhi saw a word appear on the paper - Wei.
"Wei" in Wei Ziyuan's name.
The long fingers trembled, and the stagnant breath could not find any relief.
A black shadow covered Song Lingzhi from behind, and the chill around her body grew stronger. A trace of fear enveloped her, and Song Lingzhi could not move at all.
His body was stiff and even his breathing slowed down.
The warm room was dark and silent, with only the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window.
When their eyes met, Song Lingzhi could no longer hide the panic and anxiety in his eyes.
Shen Yan gently lifted Song Lingzhi's chin with his slender fingers, and his thin eyelids drooped.
Song Lingzhi's eyes widened, and she stammered, "No, he didn't..."
In panic, if Shen Yan had not still held his right hand, Song Lingzhi would have thrown the crab claw pen away.
That's impossible. She saw Wei Ziyuan leave the inn with her own eyes.
Qin'an Island is so complicated that it is impossible for Shen Yan to find someone so quickly.
Song Lingzhi tried hard to convince himself.
In a panic, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from the door. The long sword at his waist made a sound as he walked, and Yue Xu's low and hoarse voice sounded outside the door.
His whole body was covered with rain, and water droplets dripped down the corners of his robe, leaving a long and thin stream of water on the wooden floor.
"Master, the man has been caught."
—With a loud bang, a streak of thunder rolled down from the distant sky, and heavy rain poured down, pouring down on the inn.
The light in the warm room was dim, and the weak candlelight was about to go out, providing only a corner of brightness.
The swaying light and shadows swayed with the wind, and were reflected on the kesi screen, just like Song Lingzhi's trembling body at this moment.
Her long eyelashes fluttered like wings and trembled.
With pupils wide open and filled with anxiety and panic, Song Lingzhi watched Shen Yan loosen his hand, his loose brocade robe brushing past the table, the candlelight flickering.
"don't want… "
His mind went blank for a moment, then Song Lingzhi quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of the robe with gold thread edging.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Song Lingzhi's voice was hoarse, "He just came to talk to me for a few words, and then he left, Your Majesty..."
In her haste to stand up, Song Lingzhi accidentally tripped herself and fell to the ground. She raised her face, half of which was hidden behind the table, flickering in and out of focus.
As if grasping a ray of light before the darkness, Song Lingzhi desperately held on to the corner of her robe, and she spoke very quickly.