[ From his distant vantage point, Jiang Cheng struggles to imagine Wen Ning taking anyone's life, even by accident. As far as he knows, Wen Qing's brother is nothing more than a sickly, easily frightened child. So of course, if it was an accident—and surely it must have been—what is there to place blame for?
He turns to meet her, head lowering in instinctive deference, gaze flicking down. ]
no subject
He turns to meet her, head lowering in instinctive deference, gaze flicking down. ]
Someone of consequence, or...?