Mo Xian took a few steps before realizing that Wang Jingyuan was not following him. He turned around and saw that she had paled. "Miss Wang, what's wrong?"
"Childe Mo…" Wang Jingyuan didn't know how to tell him that the people hunting for her were now coming towards them. Mo Xian followed her panicked gaze and saw the Qingsha pupils.
"Do you know them?" Mo Xian walked back to Wang Jingyuan. He took her wrist and guided her toward a stand selling hairpins on the side. They turned their backs to the street and pretended to be looking at the hairpins. Mo Xian purposely stood so that his broad back shielded Wang Jingyuan from view.
"No. Not them specifically. But they are looking for me." Wang Jingyuan decided to tell Mo Xian the truth.
