In the stilt house, Jiang Xuan and Qing Ye sat beside the familiar firepit.
The night had fallen, and the noises outside were gradually quieting down, leaving only the sound of unknown bird calls, insect chirps, flowing water, and the rustling of leaves in the wind.
The flames in the firepit danced incessantly, just like the hearts of the two, restless and uneasy.
Qing Ye softly said, "Xuan leader, all the other places are full. Would you stay here with me tonight?"
Qing Ye thought for a moment and quickly added, "My place is quite clean."
Then, Qing Ye looked at Jiang Xuan with a touch of nervousness and anticipation, hoping he would give a clear response.
Jiang Xuan, having lived two lives, could clearly sense Qing Ye's feelings and the answer she was hoping for, despite being oblivious to emotions.
In fact, Qing Ye had revealed her feelings the last time they met, but Jiang Xuan chose to evade them.
Would he escape directly again, just like last time?
