"You're back," Ren Chuqing said, his return time was earlier than she had originally thought.
Wen Muqing had a dark expression on his face as he walked step by step toward Ren Chuqing. Those ink-black phoenix eyes of his were staring at her intently.
His strangeness suddenly made her feel uneasy, a dangerous feeling flooded her body, as if her instincts were urging her to flee from him at this very moment.
"What's wrong? Has something happened?" She pressed down the unease in her heart and asked.
However, Wen Muqing just kept staring at her, his gaze seemingly trying to see right through her.
"You..." Ren Chuqing furrowed her brows, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the scent pouch in his hand and she was momentarily taken aback. Wasn't this the scent pouch she had given him? But now, it looked both dirty and tattered.
Could it be because of the scent pouch that he looked so troubled?