After passing through layers of palace gates, Huang Cuihua, who had been hurrying, gradually slowed her pace.
Unconsciously, Sangmo blocked the palace maid from closing the last gate.
"What's wrong? The little monk is right ahead. Aren't you going to see him?"
Sangmo stood firm in front of the door, "No, something's not right, you're hiding something from me!"
"How could that be?" Huang Cuihua said as she walked up and took hold of Sangmo's arm, "Don't you want to see the little monk? The sooner you ask your questions, the sooner we can go back. Come on."
"..."
At these words, Sangmo finally realized, her pupils dilating suddenly, "How did you know I wanted to ask him questions?"
Huang Cuihua's expression was shaken, "...Didn't you tell me?"
"Damn it, even you've deceived me!"
With a curse, Sangmo tried to run out, but Huang Cuihua suddenly pounced on her, wrapping her arms around Sangmo's waist from behind and dragging her inside.
"Just listen to me!" Huang Cuihua yelled.
