Intuition

Shi Ailin leaned over the vast body of a tree, breathless, reaching for a water-filled canteen. She took a gentle sip of water, not a gulp, though she yearned for more. But she needed to save it. 

Luo Wanting caught up to her track. He checked behind their trail every few minutes, claiming to cover their steps, but she knew that he was just protective. He'd rather see her ahead than behind. 

She offered him her water-filled canteen, and he shook his head, gently declining. He had his own, but that wouldn't stop her from offering him. 

His damp silver hair clung to his forehead as he pulled the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat on his brow. 

"We can see Jujing from here," Shi Ailin said to him, trying not to look at his torso, as there were more pressing matters for her attention.