Zhang Qiling pressed his thin lips together. It had been nearly a month since they emerged from the mountains, and the clarity in his mind was gradually being enveloped by fog. Knowing the dissatisfaction behind her words, he hesitated, glanced at Black Glasses, and then spoke. "Yaoyao," he murmured, softly calling her name, at a loss for what else to say.
Yaoyao took off her sunglasses and tossed them onto the table, fixing her gaze on Zhang Qiling. "What? Now that we're here, are you in such a hurry to see that person?"
Zhang Qiling fell silent for a fraction of a second. Before he could reply, Aning’s voice came from outside the tent, calling, "Master Hei, Xiaoge," even as she reached the tent flap.
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