C311 Yan Yu Hid the Sword Intent(3)

Ye Chuxue gently pushed the western mirror on her nose bridge. Sitting in the Misty Rain Lane and eating a big bowl of red bean paste was not for nothing. From the entrance of the alley to the fragrance, Di Renjie had more or less figured out the situation at the scene. He did not expect Ye Chuxue to be able to deduce so much information by relying on the scratches of a blade