But her fingertips quietly tightened, her nails digging into her palm.
She needed to confirm, to know exactly how much he knew and how he planned to deal with her return.
"Impossible."
His voice was soft, but his tone was so certain it sent a chill down her spine. "I know my own work best."
The words were like a fine needle, gently piercing the air, yet they carried immense force.
His gaze finally landed on her face, no longer distant and gentle, but a stare that seemed to pierce right through her soul.
The "work" he spoke of wasn't a memory or an Illusion Technique, but the path of fate he had woven with his own hands, a vow sealed with his blood and a curse.
He never allowed himself to fail, especially when it came to her.
"Have you remembered something too?"
Chu Jing stared at him, her gaze sharp as a torch, not even missing the slightest twitch of his eyelid.
Her breath caught, as if she were afraid of missing the slightest flicker of emotion on his face.
