"Why should I trust you?" Su Ming'an lowered his head, gazing into her eyes, as black as ink.
"With my life, and yours." The copper mirror was just in front of them, yet the woman kept her head down, not daring to glance, to avoid seeing Su Ming'an's appearance: "Even if you were to thrust the silver hairpin into my throat, rendering my cries silent. Should the lady boss become suspicious as I linger, sorting through possessions, she will seal this place, leaving you no escape. You might as well spare my life. I'll finish sorting the belongings and leave, promising never to speak of you. If I break my vow, you may bite and prosecute me. I am but a drifting presence, upon arousing suspicion here, I won't survive."
Her words were articulate and well-structured, showing not a hint of panic.
Su Ming'an only asked, "Where is the exit?"
