Guo Qingqing noticed Lin Mengyao's face looked quite off, as if she had lost her soul.
"Did you just see something?" Lin Mengyao grabbed Guo Qingqing's hand, her voice particularly agitated.
"No, I didn't."
Guo Qingqing shook her head.
"Didn't you see someone standing there?"
Lin Mengyao pointed ahead, her voice full of panic.
"There are people everywhere, Mengyao, what's wrong with you?" Guo Qingqing looked at her oddly, only then noticed her hand was very cold: "Why are your hands so cold? Come inside the cabin and sit for a while."
Lin Mengyao glanced around, but saw no trace of the figure. She withdrew her hand and forced a smile: "The wind is too strong here, it's making my head hurt."
"Then hurry inside." Guo Qingqing was just about to help Lin Mengyao when Lin Mengyao shook off her hand: "No, there are so many guests here; I have to go and greet them."
