Tonight, I "accidentally" saw Wu Ming's face. Wu Ming should not have been upset.
Baili Xia leaned back onto the grass, staring at the stars in the sky.
"I really didn't expect you to come tonight. If I had known you still wanted to visit this place, I would have come here more often."
Wu Ming didn't say anything; he simply sat beside her, accompanying her in watching the stars.
If she were a bit more observant, she would surely notice that Wu Ming had chosen a spot that blocked the cold wind sweeping toward her.
"But I've been living at school all this time, so I didn't have the chance to come over."
Now, she no longer suspected him of being one of the Mu family men or one of the skilled fighters she knew.
Wu Ming was undoubtedly a silent and nameless master. Uncle had truly overlooked a talented individual like him, a loss for Uncle.
With Wu Ming's abilities, someone like Leng Yu or Ye Hua couldn't hold a candle to him.
