That answer was like an iceberg floating on the water—seemingly light, but concealing enough weight beneath to freeze the breath. He looked at Sun Deming, whose panda head was tilted slightly, evidently also digesting this realization. The gaze behind the mesh was surely as complicated as his own.
"Where to next?" Lin Muxue turned around, the moonlight falling upon his eyelashes to cast a tiny patch of shadow. The low-pitched cadence from the haunted house a moment ago had completely vanished. "I'll go with whatever you all decide."
Still immersed in the lingering aftertaste of "being protected," Zhuang Yongzhi immediately chimed in, "Let's go to the jack-o'-lantern maze! Fatty Sun just said it sounds like a blast!"
Chapter 64