Yun Hen turned his head and glared at Meng Fuyao, harshly slapping her hand away. A fire was burning in his eyes, as though he could burst into action at any time.
Meng Fuyao was taken aback by his abrupt change in attitude. When she saw that he was about to jump forward and take them on his own, she had simply wanted to stop him from committing suicide. "Why is he so angry?"
Meng Fuyao bit her lips, not wanting to quarrel with him at this point in time. She made a quick hand gesture, asking him to turn.
Doubt flashed across his face but because Meng Fuyao looked certain Yun Hen gave in.
Upon taking a step back, Meng Fuyao broke off a branch from a nearby tree. She held it in her hand and pared it meticulously, turning it into a long, cylindrical object. She measured it with her hand before slotting it into her sleeve.
The sky had darkened, but that wasn't enough to cover the sudden, suspicious flash of redness across her face.
