“ Zhu Ming Yue, is there something wrong? You seem anxious. Is everything okay? “
A socialite lady asked her after noticing the expression she was making. Unable to hide her worries for Shun, she looked at the socialite lady and said, “ Excuse me for a moment, Lady Sphinx. I'll be right back. “
Suddenly standing, Zhu Ming Yue left from there without uttering anything more.
Looking for Shun, she couldn't find him anywhere and got even more worried. “ Where could he be? “ She mumbled.
“ There has to be a way I can find him, right? “ She wondered.
Recalling Shun alongside what's so special about him, she mumbled, “ His scent, of course! I can trace him with his scent. Why didn't I think of that sooner? “
Focusing her attention on his scent, she kept searching for him. At some point, she felt his scent in the air, but there was something different about it.
“ Blood! Why do I smell blood?