Following that, she brought the letter close to the oil lamp, ignited it, and watched as the flames consumed the envelope.
She seemed to be talking to herself, "The evidence is all burned up. If someone killed me now, then who would know what he has done?"
Her voice carried a magical quality that reached Chen Jie's ears, as if it were meant for him to hear.
Or perhaps it was a kind of hint?
"Truly crazy."
Chen Jie replaced the roof tile, leaped away, and vanished into the darkness. Huang Wan'er, watching the flames burn down to nothing, waited a while and discovered no one had doubled back.
Feeling somewhat disappointed yet also surprised, she said, "Could he be really in love with me? Not taking such a good opportunity to kill me?"
That's right, he hasn't gotten his hands on the Spirit Transformation Grass yet.
"Huang Wan'er, Huang Wan'er, it seems you won't be dying for the time being… Avici Hell~"
