Taken? Xia Wenwen's eyes flickered with a hint of uncertainty as her gaze shifted between Huo Zhanting and Zhang Ya, seemingly calculating the nature of their relationship. Everyone present, being extremely astute, immediately perceived her intentions.
At this juncture, An Lan stood up and addressed Huo Zhanting.
"It's getting late, and we've rested enough. Let's hurry up the mountain; otherwise, we might miss the sunrise. It'd be a waste to have gotten up so early today."
Huo Zhanting, who had been cold and indifferent to Xia Wenwen moments before, was almost unconditionally responsive to An Lan. He stood up, picked up An Lan's backpack, and slung it over his shoulder without even glancing at Xia Wenwen.
Only then did Xia Wenwen realize she'd misunderstood the situation. Her gaze transferred from Zhang Ya to An Lan, and upon seeing An Lan's face, her pupils shrank sharply, sensing an unprecedented threat.
