The same bouquet Yu Xi had arranged so carefully, so lovingly. The same flowers he had been fawning over.
He blinked, trying to shake the feeling. Why would I be happy about this? he thought, heart pounding. Why would I want to see something Yu Xi cared about destroyed? He reached out, as if to undo it, to fix it. But something seized him.
A cold grip clamped around the back of his collar and yanked him backward. He gasped, stumbling, but there was no floor beneath him, only darkness. It swallowed him whole again, dragging him down into the void.
***
Yu Xi hadn't gone to fetch anything. That had been a lie. A lie Jian Ci hadn't questioned, which only made Yu Xi more uneasy. He had gone to have a private video call with Jian Wei and Jian Rui far from prying eyes.
For the past four years, the three of them hadn't been idle. Jian Wei had never forgiven Lord Leung for threatening him and his brothers and forcing this alliance that had compromised them.
