The shrill cry roused Zheng, who was resting in her room. Despite feeling unwell, she slipped on her shoes and ran outside.
"What's wrong, Chi? Did you see a mouse, or was it a snake?"
When she rushed to the kitchen doorway, she saw Chi Yun'er cowering and trembling inside. A dark figure stood stock-still in the doorway, giving even her a fright.
But she quickly recognized him by his signature glasses.
Seeing him standing there drenched, Zheng couldn't help but ask in a small, trembling voice, "Is that you, Huang? W-what are you doing here?"
She was usually boisterous and straightforward, wearing her heart on her sleeve. With no talent for scheming, she was often used as a pawn by others.
But now, even she could sense something was wrong.
Huang slowly took off his glasses, wiped them with a corner of his equally damp shirt, and put them back on. He glanced down at the soot from the bottom of a pot covering his clothes, then looked up and shot Chi Yun'er a gloomy glare.
