Qin Xue walked toward the bonfire without pausing, and without looking back.
Yet, Ren Yu, who was caught by her glance earlier, felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a bunch of knives were hanging above his head, ready to stab into his body with the slightest wrong word.
Ren Yu hesitantly looked at Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing, finding that both of them still wore expressions of calmness, without a trace of abnormality.
"Uh," with a light cough, Ren Yu awkwardly said to them, "It's nothing important, let's talk later."
Even Ren Yu himself couldn't understand why he decided to not mention to Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing the things he saw last night just because of Qin Xue's glare.
Perhaps, he was indeed wary of Qin Xue.
Moreover, if this wasn't a good thing, if Qin Xue was indeed dangerous, if they needed to stick together for a few more days... maybe, concealing everything was the smartest choice.
As if he didn't know either.
And it wouldn't involve Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing.
