Gu Muxue stood frozen in place for a long time, occasionally glancing down to meet Xue Rui's eyes, mentally analyzing what exactly he had done wrong.
'Does Xue Rui have some kind of special relationship with Lin Ruoxi?'
Xue Rui was utterly confused. The girl's reaction was not what he had expected.
He had imagined that the proud girl would come over, smack him a few times, and then drag him somewhere with fewer mosquitoes.
In reality, however, Gu Muxue was lost in thought. A patterned mosquito landed on the small hand she was using to hold her candied hawthorn, but the girl failed to notice it at all.
Xue Rui wanted to swat it away for her, but just as he reached out, the girl suddenly turned and walked away.
After storming off for a few steps, Gu Muxue paused, turned back, and yelled to Xue Rui, "Get up."
'That's not the right tone...' Xue Rui thought, a sense of dread creeping in.
The girl's icy voice made his heart sink.
'What has Gu Muxue figured out this time?'
