Min Ning lightly furrowed her brows.
"You're leaving?" Yin Weiyin asked in surprise.
"Mm, why not?"
"...Well, nothing, really." Yin Weiyin was actually glad she was leaving. "Safe travels."
With that said, the two let go of each other's hands, and Min Ning's figure gradually disappeared from sight.
The female crown still couldn't help but secretly wonder, puzzled. Min Ning left without saying goodbye, which matched her disposition, but her departure lacked the carefree air she once had.
Then, Yin Weiyin noticed something belatedly,
"Why was she using her right hand all the time?"
He wasn't sure if that could even be considered a point of doubt...
......
The corridor was pitch-dark and depthless, with countless twists and turns, nine bends and eighteen curves, where it was almost impossible to see one's hand in front of their face.
