Xiao Yue stared at A-Qiao while lying down on a stack of cushions. She extended a trembling hand after the boy and said, "A-Qiao, you..."
The boy gazed at her without blinking. Xiao Yue's hand stopped mid-air just centimeters from A-Qiao's face when the sound of a bell was heard coming from a distance. It was a call for the morning prayer. A-Qiao rose to his feet and left without giving Xiao Yue one last glance. Xiao Yue watched as the little boy disappeared to the large hall.
Just as Xiao Yue exited the praying hall, she bumped against Long Zhao Feng.
"Where did you go, so early in the morning?" He chastised, his voice louder than usual. "Did I not warn you not to wander off on your own and meet up with that kid alone??"
