He closed the door and walked into the courtyard. Lin Hui took the cloak from Ding Ning, draped it over his shoulders, and looked up at the hazy sky as dusk approached.
From Han Xiaoyue's words, he suspected that the Lin Sha she mentioned was likely herself.
But judging from the subtle nuances in her tone, that didn't seem to be the case either.
'Forget it, I won't overthink it. We're just in a cooperative relationship, anyway.' He cast the thoughts aside. He hadn't even sorted out his own affairs. 'Is my Body Tempering with Gale Swordsmanship finished? Do I really have the time to worry about someone else's private matters?'
Clutching the edge of his cloak, Lin Hui walked toward his bedroom.
"The fog is coming. Ding Ning, you should get back to your room."
