"Rong... Rong Heng?"
Gu Lan's body stiffened on the horse, staring blankly at him.
The young man, holding a lantern and leading a horse, dressed in black with a small bundle on his back, emerged from beneath a lush green tree.
His steps were steady and firm, his face, reflecting the lamp's light, seemed coated with a soft glow.
"Did you see a ghost?" Rong Heng spoke faintly, his dark eyes profound, his gaze calm.
"Saw... almost, yeah." Gu Lan shook his head, murmuring to himself.
Seeing Rong Heng here was almost like seeing a ghost.
Did he follow me, or did he just happen to be here… taking a stroll?
Gu Lan swiftly dismissed the second reason.
She looked around, tightened the reins, and her grip on the horse's mane grew stronger, the veins on the back of her hand bulging: "Hong, let's go."
"Hong?"
Rong Heng glanced quizzically at the sleek chestnut horse Gu Lan was riding, instinctively questioning.
What a terrible name.
