When Xin Lin saw Murong Ziyue's back, her eyes narrowed.
Xin Lin was startled and subconsciously looked back.
Fortunately, there was no one behind her. Gui Hu, that fellow, surprisingly had some decency and had disappeared at some point.
Xin Lin withdrew her gaze, a hint of confusion deepening in her eyes.
Ziyue, she...
Xin Lin suddenly lost the mood to joke.
She left room thirty of Tianxuan.
On the mountain path, Gui Hu stood aside; he looked at Murong Ziyue's residence and then at Xin Lin's somewhat heavy expression, his thin lips slightly curled.
"I've already said that you can't be friends with her."
"Do you know something?"
Xin Lin glanced at Gui Hu, unable to spot any tell-tale signs on his face.
"Some people are destined not to be friends. She has always known this and still insists on befriending you; sooner or later, it will harm both herself and others."
Gui Hu did not continue because dawn was about to break.
