But with every step she took, the person behind her matched it, following silently. She would stop, and he would stop—what was this all about?
Feeling helpless, Qinghe turned to look at the person who was only a step away from her. It was one thing to follow someone, but did he have to make it so obvious? "Do you need something from me?" she asked.
Weisheng Yueren shook his head.
"Then why are you following me?"
Weisheng Yueren lowered his head and, after a long moment, just when Qinghe was about to lose her mind, he uttered two words that nearly made her spit blood: "Hungry."
Qinghe felt there was a communication barrier between them. "If you're hungry, go eat. Why follow me?"
"No money."
Upon hearing this, Qinghe almost popped her eyes out. He had no money? Was he joking with her, or was he joking with her?
As if to prove he wasn't lying, Weisheng Yueren turned every pocket inside out to show her.
