Upon hearing his final refusal, she seemed stunned, staring at him blankly.
Jun Ye lowered his head, reached into the basin to wring out the towel, and dried her hand. When she tried to pull her hand away after it was dry, he didn't hold on to it. He just emptied the water from the basin and said, "Wait here for a moment, I'll get a comb."
Perhaps at this moment, one could hear a hint of hoarseness in his voice. She breathed a little faster and also lowered her head.
Jun Ye stood up, and upon seeing Bai Lu walk out of her tent nearby, he said, "Keep an eye on her for a moment."
Bai Lu had already been watching them wash their faces by the stream earlier, and upon hearing Jun Ye's words, she nodded hastily.
Inside the tent, Jun Ye sat listening to the conversation outside the tent, his thick eyebrows furrowing tightly. Upon seeing Bai Lu go to accompany Shen Jiayin, Jun Ye climbed up, lifted the tent flaps, and saw Jun Ye walking in another direction. He shouted, "Ziye."
