[Shuangjie, foreshadowing, ancient costume, intrigue, imaginary, suspense]
Shen Yanci's fingertips ran across the yellowed title page of "Qingluan Notes", and the candlelight danced into an eerie light in his eyes. Lin Ruoli's hand that clenched the hem of her skirt suddenly trembled - the broken blade of the Pei family secret guard on the case was still dripping blood, and the unwiped bright red on his sleeves was spreading into the shape of a lotus with the movement.
"I... I just don't understand," she took half a step back and bumped into the book rack. The celadon bottle shook behind her, making a tinny sound. "Why did their cuffs have the same pattern as my silver hairpin embroidered on them before they died?" The night wind opened the window lattice and sent the scent of locust flowers from Shen Yanci's hair to the tip of her nose, but it could not dispel the bloody smell in the room.
He suddenly chuckled, clasped her wrist with his knuckled hand, and pressed the silver hairpin back into her palm: "Afraid that this hairpin is a murder weapon? Or are you afraid..." Shen Yanci leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "Afraid that my hands have been stained with the same blood?"
