Wuhen slowly turned his head toward Ningyan. One ear twitched. His tails swayed, light, pleased, almost cheerful.
Then he released Mei Ren's body.
It hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Look," he lifted his hand and held up the still-warm heart, red and glistening under the moonlight, and waved it lightly in Ningyan's direction. "It's her heart."
Ningyan stared at him with a flat, exhausted expression.
Wuhen, however, looked genuinely pleased as if he had brought back a gift.
Before Ningyan could respond, he felt another presence.
He looked up.
Rong Yue stood on the roof above them, framed by moonlight in all his infuriatingly composed, dangerous beauty. Blue feline eyes swept over Ningyan first, lingering briefly on the thin line of blood at his neck.
Ningyan wiped it away slowly.
Rong Yue dropped down from the roof in a smooth motion and landed beside them.
His gaze flicked to Wuhen, who was still waving the heart.
"You're disgusting him," Rong Yue said flatly.
