That gaze was like a fine needle, gently probing the air, silent yet carrying a sharp, inquisitive edge.
A moment later, Que Meng pulled Ming Luo over to another campfire to roast meat and chat.
The flames crackled, fat dripped from the meat, and a fragrant aroma quietly rose. The two of them spoke and laughed in low voices, their shadows stretched long and soft by the firelight, like two intertwining wisps of mist.
Chu Jing seized the opportunity to turn and ask Bai Ling, "Why did he thank you?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, as if she had intentionally chosen the quietest moment to ask.
Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, Bai Ling held nothing back from her, explaining everything in detail.
Every word seemed to come straight from the heart, unadorned and unreserved. He even clearly explained the details he himself found tedious.
After listening, Chu Jing raised an eyebrow. "Well, well. I never knew you were such a good listener."
