However, this time, it seemed Zheng Xiu's Prediction was for Xie Luohe. Before she could speak, he said with a straight face, "Xiaotao is still at the inn."
Xie Luohe's expression froze as she stared at Zheng Xiu's serious face. Soon, she averted her gaze, her long hair concealing the right side of her face. "Then... let's go back," she said softly.
The two were quiet on the way back, saying nothing.
Zheng Xiu once again sensed that something was off with Xie Luohe. Beyond her obvious anxiety, he couldn't quite put his finger on anything else. When they got to the inn, the Night Watchman was striking his gong on the next street—CLANG, CLANG. Xie Luohe leaped up, pushed open a window, and slipped into her room.
At first, Zheng Xiu didn't think anything of it. But as he trotted up to the door, Xie Luohe's laughter came from within the tightly shut room. "It's late. Would the impatient young master please return?"
