Yan Luoluo's ear tips were still flushed, and she naturally caught the deeper meaning in Ye Wuchen's words. Flustered, she averted her gaze and sliced through the air with a flick of her fingertip to escape the space. "I-I'm going to go check on Xuanxiao!"
Watching her hasty retreat, Ye Wuchen's lips curved into an indulgent arc as he unhurriedly followed after her.
No one noticed that the faint-glowing dagger beside the coffin suddenly vibrated slightly, turning into a stream of light that vanished into Xuanxiao's sleeve.
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