Su Qinglan dragged her feet behind Han Jue. The man walked too fast, and his back looked even colder than the wind slicing through the trees. She sulked silently, while the plant swayed lazily on her shoulder like a spoiled child.
They had already walked a good distance when a sudden voice broke through the silence.
"Su Qinglan! Are you all right?"
Her steps halted. Her head shot up.
That voice…
Before she could even answer, the voice rang out again, full of worry.
"And what are you doing with her?"
Su Qinglan's eyes widened. Her big tiger!
Hu Yan was standing a little ahead, his tall figure tense, his golden eyes blazing with worry. He looked like he had run here without stopping, and his chest heaved as if he had been holding his breath the whole time.
Su Qinglan blinked, she was stunned. For a second, her chest warmed. He had… come for her?
But before she could say anything, a rough voice beside her replied coldly.
"Why can't I be here?"
