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"I have a good sense of people; you were just delayed by your illness."
A Si's mood suddenly dropped. "Let's not dwell on the past, Miss Sang. We have both traveled to many places; let's share some experiences along the way."
A Si didn't stay long, mentioning that the night show was about to start. He asked Sang Qingxiao for a jug of wine, which she naturally refused to let him pay for, instead urging him to come by often.
A Si nodded and walked away, his steps unsteady as he disappeared into the night.
After he left, Qi Xiaomian emerged from the back courtyard. "Do you enjoy listening to him sing?"
Sang Qingxiao shrugged. "He sings quite well, doesn't he? A man should sing with a bold spirit that resonates. With his small frame, I hope he doesn't strain himself while taking breaths."
Sang Qingxiao didn't continue the conversation and asked, "Did you let Xiao Ye out?"
Misha replied, "You suspect his identity, so I let him out to verify it for you. Does this method work?"
Sang Qingxiao frowned. His answer was quite reasonable and could easily be justified; she couldn't find any flaws at the moment. Moreover, there was indeed no trace of demonic energy in his body.
Since everything seemed reasonable, she decided to put it aside. "Aren't you busy enough with Ling Qian and the Small Tavern? If you're still worried, I can find someone to keep an eye on him."
"Not everything is reasonable," Qi Xiaomian countered. "You heard him sing, right? His rendition of Nostalgia nearly brought me to tears. What about you? What did you think after listening?"
"Well... I didn't have much of a reaction," Sang Qingxiao said.
Qi Xiaomian didn't want to tell Sang Qingxiao that after hearing Nostalgia, images of the battlefield flooded his mind—the sight of fallen warriors everywhere and the thought of how many hometown friends would mourn their deaths filled him with deep sorrow.
Seeing him awkwardly turn away, Sang Qingxiao understood that he was indeed affected by it.
And that was the greatest suspicion.
She was a high-ranking Demon Catcher, a nemesis to demons. He had been taught by the Demon King and could seamlessly switch between magic and martial arts, growing stronger each day without needing to be as cautious as before. To demons, he was a deadly existence.
The two of them were connected by a single song that tugged at their heartstrings, intensifying Sang Qingxiao's doubts about A Si.
She continued, "Not only is there something off about the song; when he cried, it rained outside. As he wiped away his tears, the rain gradually stopped."
"Perhaps it's a coincidence," Qi Xiaomian mused. "Although it rained when the sun was shining brightly."
"Is it really a coincidence?" Sang Qingxiao said thoughtfully. "When it first started raining, I didn’t go outside to take a closer look and missed it. From now on, I'll send wine every day. If the wine can draw out a few more tears from him, perhaps we can find out if it's truly a coincidence."
"I think you're paying too much attention to him," Qi Xiaomian reminded. "Even if he is a demon, as long as he hasn't done anything wrong, haven't you always ignored him?"
But this time, I felt a sense of unease.
The Second Prince's Residence.
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