It seemed like even the atmosphere in the air was stagnant.
But then, before she could say anything, she heard him say:
"I didn't see anything just now, continue."
Xu Weiran: "..."
She just wanted to know if this counted as: "There are no 300 taels of silver buried here."
The door slammed shut, and Cheng Dongyuan left in a hurry. Xu Weiran's face looked extremely bad, turning red and white alternately.
It was as if a breath was stuck in her chest, making it difficult to breathe, finally causing her earlobes to flush red.
What else could she say? She couldn't say anything.
...!
When Xu Weiran went out again, she found that he was not in the inn.
And the sound of rain outside was still pattering, seemingly smaller than before, but hadn't stopped.
At the door was a set of his clothes, fresh and clean. After hesitating for a moment, she put them on.
Finally, wrapped in a coat, she walked to the door, opened it, and looked outside.
