On the other side, Cao Shiyu went to Liu Yuan's place, but found it deserted. She scanned the room and saw disarray everywhere—spattered bloodstains on the floor made her heart skip a beat.
Yesterday, when she spoke with Liu Yuan on the phone, his voice had sounded just fine, nothing seemed amiss, certainly not like he was injured.
She bent down and touched the stains with her fingertip, noting the blood was wet and sticky, seemingly fresh.
So, had there recently been a fight here? Had someone been injured—could it have been Liu Yuan?
Considering this possibility, Cao Shiyu didn't dare stay any longer; she feared being implicated by Liu Yuan.
Meanwhile, Liu Yuan, severely wounded, ran blindly into the distance. He was being hunted by many, yet had no idea about the identity of his pursuers.
Even more baffling was who had betrayed his whereabouts, allowing his enemies to find his hideout.
He had planned to leave Taicheng in a few days, but now it seemed...
