Zhu Qingyue accompanied Li Meirong back into the cabin, and helped her settle onto the bed. He sat on the small stool facing the mattress, his watchful eyes never leaving hers. He stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to tell him what had occurred in his absence without asking her outright.
Li Meirong couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved by the intensity of his attentiveness.
She kept her head down, avoiding his gaze.
"I shouldn't be surprised by anything at this point, really," she uttered weakly, "but right before you arrived, a visitor calling himself a 'Wise Sage' appeared out of nowhere. He told me… many things which made no sense."
Zhu Qingyue grasped Li Meirong's wrist, his touch tentative. He trailed his fingers up and down her arm lightly. His caress was so feather soft that it almost tickled, and his fingers were warm, slightly sweaty.
"Did this Wise Sage mention anything about me?" he asked.
