"Wait, not everyone is here yet!"
Zhao Meiru, with a wide sun hat on her head and carrying Chi Xingye on her back, was impossible to see clearly. Her expression was obscured. Only the wind, lifting the hem of her dress, creating ripples in the air, gave any hint of her disposition.
Chi Xingye's eyes were unblinking, focused intently on Zhao Meiru as he asked warily, "Who are you waiting for?"
Zhao Meiru didn't answer. After a long while, she stuttered out, "I'm waiting for an answer."
Chi Xingye: ...
Zhao Meiru's voice was somewhat ethereal, like a wisp of smoke that could be scattered by the wind at any moment.
Xingye's palms were inexplicably coated with a layer of cold sweat.
"Zhao Meiru, we struck a deal yesterday. I released Wen Zixin, you release my mother!" Chi Xingye urgently reminded her, "It's too dangerous there, hurry and bring her in!"
This time, Zhao Meiru didn't say anything, instead a mocking laughter echoed from her direction.
