Was it you that night?

Shen Qinghe swiftly left Bixiao Tower, amusing Dongfang Wuya with her quick departure.

Now he was certain that after waking from the dream, Shen Qinghe had put everything from the dream behind her. Why couldn’t he have been the one to die early in the dream? Then maybe he wouldn’t be feeling so discontented.

So it turned out that the one who died early in the dream harbored no resentment; it was only those who remained behind who were haunted by it.

Suddenly, he recalled the scene just before waking, when he, Yan Changsheng, and Xiao Chen had gathered in the tavern. Could it be that the dream was indicating that all three of them were the ones left behind, and that the other two also had designs on Shen Qinghe?

This possibility made him particularly unhappy.

Besides, the fact that Shen Qinghe carried the scent of Yan Changsheng on her was also not something to be happy about.

"Xiao Bai, why do you think Shen Qinghe would have Yan Changsheng’s scent on her?" Dongfang Wuya was still grappling with this question.

After thinking about it seriously, carefully, and deeply, Xiao Bai replied, "Could it be that Yan Changsheng has held Fairy Qinghe in his arms?"

The pressure around Dongfang Wuya suddenly dropped, and Xiao Bai picked up on it, "Xiao Bai was just guessing, Master should not be angry."

Dongfang Wuya sneered silently, "Why should I be angry?"

Xiao Bai didn’t dare make another peep.