Feeling the tremble of the delicate body in his embrace, Han Li continued speaking, each sentence driving Jiang Baiye deeper into despair.
After a moment of thought, Jiang Baiye understood why her master, Jian Ziyun, had followed her. Her master meant well, but it had spoiled everything.
She hadn't told her master about her plan to seek out Han Li, but she had expected that, should she go missing, her master would investigate and the trail would lead to Han Li. This was her trump card, intended to threaten Han Li.
But now her trump card was gone, even her master had been captured by Han Li, and her earlier threats seemed laughably feeble.
Thinking back to her previous threats and how Han Li had remained silent, Jiang Baiye felt a wave of embarrassment and shame. Was Han Li, that bastard, just watching her make a fool of herself just now?