Luo Xiaoqian sat on the bed, motionless.
Until the footsteps outside gradually faded away, and all other sounds quieted down, she quickly crawled to the side of the bed, reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, and carefully took out the note she had been gripping tightly in her palm.
The beautiful Chinese characters, penetrating the paper, bold and assertive.
"Xiao Qian, don’t be afraid, I will co to save you. Leng Zimo"
Looking at the simple words on the note, Luo Xiaoqian’s tears instantly stread down her face.
She was imnsely familiar with that handwriting—it belonged to Leng Zimo.
This note was written by Leng Zimo and handed to Leng Zirui, first to reassure her, and second to prepare her for leaving.
Because he worried she wouldn’t recognize or trust sothing written by Leng Zirui, Leng Zimo made sure to write it himself.
But unexpectedly, due to unforeseen circumstances, Luo Ke returned, forcing the entire plan to be canceled.
"Zimo, I knew it, you wouldn’t die!"
Clutching the note, Luo Xiaoqian murmured softly.
It took her a while to calm down from her excitent.
Pressing the note to her chest, her gaze swept across the two cherries on the table, and her long eyebrows furrowed.
This note was indeed written by Leng Zimo, of this she was absolutely certain—she was very familiar with his handwriting and the habits in his strokes.
But who placed this note under her pillow?
Earlier, she had slept on that pillow, and there was definitely nothing there at the ti. It must have been placed during her ti in the kitchen away from the bedroom.
Leng Zimo must have planted soone under Luo Ke’s watch.
So, who is it?!
Besides Luo Ke, there were over a dozen bodyguards, the butler, and several maids in this room. Luo Ke himself definitely couldn’t be the one, so which of them could be Zimo’s ally?!
Figures of everyone who might have appeared in her bedroom flashed before Luo Xiaoqian’s eyes.
The butler?
No, the butler was said to have worked in the castle for many years and was extrely loyal to Luo Ke. It couldn’t be him.
Then who, was it a maid?
The images of two maids flashed before Luo Xiaoqian’s eyes, but she felt it unlikely.
They were both terrified of Luo Ke, and when she was cooking downstairs, the maid seed to be in the kitchen the whole ti helping.
Then...
Luo Xiaoqian thought of Leng Zirui’s face.
At that ti, he had left the kitchen, providing an opportunity to place the note.
But could it be him?!
He was Luo Ke’s ace, and was in discussions with Luo Ke on how to deal with Leng Zimo.
No, it couldn’t possibly be him!
Luo Xiaoqian once again picked up the note and examined it closely.
It was written on hotel stationery, with the hotel’s na in Italian and English, the very famous hotel in Ro where Luo Xiaoqian stayed the last ti she visited Ro.
This is a hotel in Ro, which ans Zimo is already in Ro.
It seed he had seen that watch, and followed it all the way here.
Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoqian was filled with joy, believing in Leng Zimo and his ability to rescue her.
It seed she would soon be free, see Zimo, reunite with Luo Jun, and go ho.
Holding the note, Luo Xiaoqian leaned against the pillow, a rare smile gracing her lips.
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