Chapter 1113 Heather of the Other Shore Flower Sea (137)

Water poured down from above, cascading over Heather’s head as she tilted her face upward, closing her eyes to feel the icy chill.

Taking a cold shower was her way of calming herself down.

She didn’t know if her feelings were accurate or if confirming them would truly mean anything, but she simply felt compelled to seek the truth.

The day Tang Ming disappeared was the same day he was killed. If it wasn’t purely a coincidence that his enemies caught up to him on that exact day, what other explanation could there be?

Efficient and clean, unapologetic about leaving traces, never fearing that people might know it was them—this style of handling things was unmistakably Ah Nian’s.

He was never one to show mercy. For those who sought to harm her, he was ruthlessly unforgiving. The method of death depended on how much harm they directed toward her. Some died swiftly; others suffered terribly.

During her time at the castle, she’d often overhear people talking about who had died and what punishment had been inflicted.

During that period, everyone captured were those under Night Hawk who had violated her physically.

Their deaths were agonizing.

And those who had forced her into substance abuse, they were hunted down one by one, with no one escaping.

You could say Luo Xuan was somewhat lucky—had he been captured alive, considering what he’d done to her, he’d have suffered a fate worse than death. The way he died that day might actually have been a mercy.

Judging by Tang Ming’s methods of death, the degree of ruthlessness and timing were eerily similar to Ah Nian’s!

Adding to that were Nian Shen’s constant actions that evoked a series of illusions within her. From his initial peculiar behavior toward her, she was forced to confront a suspicion she’d long harbored.

Could Nian Shen actually be Ah Nian?

This was a truth she desperately wanted to uncover.

...

She heard what sounded like someone entering outside, thinking to herself that Yi Yang was surprisingly quick. She’d only begun showering, and he’d already returned.

She had just wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door to step out when the surroundings plunged into darkness.

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A blackout?

Standing in the bathroom doorway, Heather could still see the brightly lit cityscape outside through the open curtain of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It wasn’t a power outage for the whole area—either this floor was affected, or the hotel’s electrical system had malfunctioned, cutting power to the entire building.

Heather wasn’t the sort of woman to scream at a sudden blackout. She remained calm, and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she stepped directly into the living room.

Nian Shen’s voice came from the room: "Blackout?"

"Yes, the power should be back soon."

Heather was in no rush.

Expensive hotels like this one usually resolved such issues within minutes, and they had backup generators if necessary.

Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned sharply, her gaze becoming fierce in an instant.

It was as if she had sensed an overwhelming killing intent, prompting her to spin around swiftly and, without hesitation, execute a Roundhouse Kick.

The person behind her blocked with their hand, retreating several steps.

In the darkness, Heather could faintly make out the silhouette of a tall figure, someone larger and taller than herself. From a first glance, it was likely a man.

"Who are you?" Heather narrowed her eyes, her voice icy.

So this means...

The sudden blackout wasn’t an accident but a deliberate act.

Nian Shen’s voice rang out again, accompanied by the creak of a door opening: "What are you talking about?"

"Don’t come out!" Heather shouted sharply, "Shut the door!"

Earlier in the darkness, the figure had tried to maneuver past her to reach that room, clearly drawn by the sound of Nian Shen’s voice.

This intruder’s target must be Nian Shen.