TSFLIP Chapter 971

That man had appeared like a fleeting bloom—after killing so many purebloods, he was never seen again. Not long afterward, the Elders’ Council released a statement claiming they had killed him.

Wang Ci wanted to believe that claim, even though there was no proof. The trauma she carried inside needed a conclusion like that to ease her pain. She had been the only child to survive that night… and for years afterward, she lived under suspicion from her own kind. The parents of the dead children often cursed her with vicious words—after all, she was the only one who had made it out alive.

Later, the Xia family approached the Wang family, and the two clans formed a marriage alliance. With the Xia family’s support, the rumors and accusations gradually faded away.

Wang Ci knew very well that it had been Xia Chao who proposed the engagement, and she also knew he had liked her for a long time.

Isolated and alone, Wang Ci had thought that having a fiancé wasn’t such a bad thing. Even if she acted indifferent on the surface, Xia Chao understood that she did care about him.

And now… the moment she saw the black rose on Fengguang’s body, the fear buried deep in Wang Ci’s heart surged back to the surface. She shrank into Xia Chao’s arms, trembling. “You don’t understand… that man is still alive. His target is Fengguang… she’s his target now…”

Long-buried memories clawed their way back through her fear. Only then did she understand what the man’s words had meant before she lost consciousness all those years ago.

Anyone else might have tried to comfort her, saying, “That man died a long time ago. Maybe you’re overthinking this.”

But Xia Chao was different. He knew her too well, and he immediately realized how serious the situation was. “We’re taking Fengguang home. We’re bringing her back today—”

His voice stopped abruptly.

Wang Ci, still in his arms, froze as well.

The air stilled. Time seemed to lock in place.

Then, a second later, the sound of the wind swept through the hallway again.

A trace of confusion crossed Xia Chao’s face as he looked down. Wang Ci blinked once, then immediately shoved him away, snapping irritably, “Old man, don’t think you can take advantage of me.”

Xia Chao’s mouth twitched. “You were the one who jumped into my arms because you saw a cockroach. Now that it’s gone, you can just call me an old man after using me?”

“Isn’t that about all you’re good for?” Wang Ci shot him a glance and turned to leave. “Seeing that Fengguang is fine is enough for me. I’m heading back.”

With her back to him, she wiped at the corner of her eyes—thankfully, he hadn’t seen how close she had been to crying from the cockroach.

Xia Chao huffed in dissatisfaction but still followed obediently behind her.

They had come because not long ago, they received a call from Situ You saying Fengguang had been taken by werewolves and hadn’t returned. Now that they had seen she was safe, they could relax—and go back to bickering with each other.

Inside Room 302, the vines had completely taken over.

A man walked slowly toward the corner. With each step he took, the vines seemed to possess a will of their own, retreating inch by inch, not daring to block his path.

At last, he reached the girl.

He bent down and lifted the sleeping girl into his arms, letting out a helpless sigh. “You’re the only one who could make me give up the simplest way of solving a problem.”

And what was the simplest way?

Silencing everyone by killing them.