"Wow, Miss Ling, how did you know?" Jiang Wuhen's eyes shimmered as he asked this question. He felt as though he had met a bosom buddy. He was so excited that he was about to pull out the cloth banner in question to display it.
"Would you believe me if I tell you I will beat you up if you pull out another cloth banner?" said Ling Chuxi coldly.
"I believe! I believe!" blurted Jiang Wuhen, immediately retracting his hand from the cloth banner and scooted aside.
The chill of the night was very pressing, but the bonfire they set up by the side of their makeshift campsite was warm and comfortable.
