Third-person POV
The next morning, Lu Ping entered the Special Prison to interrogate Murong Qing. The second his eyes landed on Murong Qing, a smile spread out on his lips. He covered his lips with his fan and leisurely approached Murong Qing.
"What an exquisite view to behold early in the morning," Lu Ping chuckled.
Lu Ping glanced at the guard that stood beside him. Without needing another word, the guard grabbed a bucket of cold water and splashed the cold water onto her face. Murong Qing slowly regained her consciousness but she instantly freaked out when she remembered her encounter with Xue Lang.
The burning pain on her head started to resurface together with the scars that the man in front of her left on her body.
"Do you sleep well?" Lu Ping asked as he settled down on the seat that the guard brought for him.