"He wasn't planning to leave just yet. Although the danger he was currently facing was eerie and unpredictable, running away wasn't always the best course of action at every moment, perhaps not even in this situation.
Zhao Quanshun's life still held some value to him, Qian Cangyi.
He left Zhao Quanshun's house to avoid placing himself in too much danger, but he didn't leave entirely just yet; he was waiting for the right opportunity to rescue someone.
He believed that Zhao Quanshun wouldn't die.
Of course, even like this, there was still some risk. But for such a level of risk, it was worth it.
"Zhao Quanshun?" Qian Cangyi softly called out.
It was the dead of night after all. If he were to wake up the surrounding neighbors, his identity could be exposed.
Trust came with conditions, and Qian Cangyi was uncertain if revealing his identity would break this trust.
There was no response, no response at all from within the enclosure wall.
It was as silent as death.
