Beneath the quiet moonlight, Qing Youmeng ultimately withdrew her ghost whip. She appeared colder than the moonlight and lonelier than the night. The students all said she had been locked up, yet here she was, amidst a field of the beauties known as yu mei ren.
Lin Suqing's throat bobbed as he softly asked her, "Did you escape?"
"Mm."
She didn't seem worried that Lin Suqing would betray her secret. She looked at the flowers for a while, then gazed into the distance, as silent as ever.
"Since you've escaped, why not flee further? The teachers from Sanqing Vacuity will pursue you."
"So what."
"Could it be that you plan to fight them here??" Lin Suqing was astounded, and so was Qing Youmeng. Under the moonlight, one could faintly see her furrowed brows, her surprise lasting a long while, barely concealing a young girl's concerns as she asked, "How could you have known what I was planning?"