Guilt certainly lingered in his heart.
But was he still innocent?
Jiang He stared at him with bright, piercing eyes.
She loved days like this, wanting to cling to him.
She didn't want to go back.
That backcountry place, Tang Dynasty, had nothing—hard food and dirty water to drink…
"Innocent?"
Xu Qing repeated the question, steadying himself and trying not to let the alcohol affect him. He felt that Jiang He might have drunk too much, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling.
He glanced around and said thoughtfully, "This… is a bit complicated. Let's talk about it when we get back."
The girl seemed to be feeling the stirrings of spring.
Touching the box in his pocket, Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat. Was it finally going to come in handy?
When she sobered up tomorrow, she would probably want to kill him.
"Very complicated?"
"Yes, very complicated. We'll talk about it later."
