He's actually been living here for so long…
Xin Zhu clenched his fists without meaning to.
"You never thought about leaving?"
Even though this place was remote, it wasn't like you couldn't get out at all. The river they took to get in, according to Uncle Min, locals sometimes passed by on boats.
"I can't get out."
Can't get out? They made it in, so how could he not get out?
"Why?"
Xin Zhu lowered his head, his hair hiding the emotion in his eyes.
"Yesterday afternoon, did you see me?"
Xin Zhu hesitated, then nodded.
Chuzheng ground her teeth. She knew it—she'd felt a black shadow flash by and it wasn't her hallucination.
"So last night, the person who came into the tent was you too?" Chuzheng didn't bother with names he wouldn't recognize and just summed it up as "the tent."
Xin Zhu nodded. "I found you, and you guys…"
They were different from the people in his memory. He didn't know who they were, and out of caution, he'd wanted to check them out first.
