Lu Yuque hadn't seen any of their faces yet, and the plan to change clothes and steal a horse seemed like a dream talk now.
The teal across the way stirred the water again, and there was no further sound.
Lu Yuque breathed heavily, staring at the water surface. Perhaps the only way was to quietly dive in; maybe that person would think she had already escaped... But in her heart, she knew this was purely self-deception, as the traces of her stumbling and running were so obvious.
But what if?
What if that person just had a mind blank and didn't think of it?
Lu Yuque gritted her teeth, trying not to leave any traces or sound as she moved toward the lake.
But the next moment, she froze once more.
Chill gnawed at her skin and seeped in, locking her vocal cords and gaze.
Before she could touch the water surface, a porcelain-like head rose from the lake.
A delicate, gentle face, with a deathly complexion.
