"Okay..."
Song Lili gripped Lin Xinglan's icy hand, her heart tightening as they crouched and moved toward a narrow cave entrance ahead.
She had thought everything through well, except for one thing—
Someone was already in the small cave by the mountain stream.
Song Lili pulled Lin Xinglan behind her and squinted at Qing Luo and Bian Yiyi sitting in the cave...
Neither were talkative, nor were they people to be trifled with.
Qing Luo glanced at them and then casually closed his eyes to rest. Bian Yiyi was also resting, but his narrow eyes were half-closed, and the hand resting on his knee was holding a gun, the barrel pointed unwaveringly at them.
"We're just looking for a place to hide and rest; it's chaotic outside, and Lin Xinglan's foot is injured. We won't disturb you."
Song Lili spread her hands, quickly trying to make peace.
Qing Luo was completely indifferent, his silver-white hair particularly conspicuous in the night.