At night, Song Lianhe crept toward the ruins, occasionally speaking to the person behind her. "Sister Mei, remember what I told you? There should be a secret room here..."
After speaking for some time with no response, she was about to turn around when a large cloak was suddenly thrown over her head, enveloping her completely.
"Who is it?!"
She had barely cried out when a large hand clamped over her mouth.
She froze.
Seeing that the woman in his arms had stopped struggling and was even leaning against him with an air of resignation, Zhou Cangyan raised an eyebrow. "Not afraid?"
Song Lianhe pulled his large hand away, yanked the cloak off her head, and tilted her head to look at him. "If it's you, what is there to be afraid of?"
He turned. "How did you know it was me?"
"Sister Mei is far too perceptive. A stranger could never get close to her without her noticing. And besides..." She pressed her lips together and mumbled, "I'm familiar with your scent."
"What did you say?"
