Xie Jingxing stayed in the room alone. He pointed the hairpin in his hand at the dancing light in the candle and looked at it thoughtfully, his mind packed with the image of the girl in the secret room with her eyes wide open and crying silently.
He was not a person who had compassion for women, nor did he have any other thoughts about Shen Miao. However, at that moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of pity. This sense of pity eventually made him do something even he himself couldn't imagine. Now that he thought about it, he felt a little regretful. The wound on his arm after applying the medicine was a little numb and painful. When Shen Miao attacked him, she did not show any mercy. If he did not dodge quickly, the hairpin might have gone through his throat.
In fact, Shen Miao's crying might just be an act. Xie Jingxing knew very well that the girl was extremely cunning and smart. It was probably her desire to survive that made her reveal her vulnerability.
