Qin Xin just appeared in the forest out of nowhere, dressed in a white shirt and long pants, looking cool and unrestrained, standing out sharply among the group of drab, grey-clad students.
Jing Zhichen stared at her, feeling as if time had frozen in a strange way.
After a long moment, his expression finally relaxed a little, and he said slowly, "We meet again."
Qin Xin saw that his attitude was that of a modest gentleman, not as fierce and aggressive as his subordinates, so she replied to him lightly, "Mm."
She just didn't know whether he was a real gentleman or a fake one.
Jing Zhichen looked over the little tagalong behind Qin Xin and suggested, "How about the two of you travel with us tonight? There are Night Hawks in this area. When resting at night, someone needs to take turns standing watch. With just the two of you, it might be inconvenient."
Qin Xin's expression stayed rather cool. She turned back to ask Little Douding's opinion: "Are Night Hawks that much trouble?"
