Xiao Xingchen's heart stops. He smells blood, and he doesn't know if it's Xue Yang's or because of Xue Yang. He only has a dagger now, but his steps sounded so steady.

Xue Yang asks him that question, and at that moment he's definitely not hungry. He's on the verge of trembling. If he's hurt someone...if he's murdered someone...

Xingchen's breath catches. There's something strange about the way Xue Yang is standing. He can't see it, but he can tell in other ways.

"Xue Yang, what happened?"

He comes back down the steps and reaches a tentative hand out to touch the other man.