Luoning nodded with some fear, the candlelight at night illuminating the two of them, casting their faces in a slightly pale hue.
A faint voice from Luoning began, flowing only between the two: "Just now, I suddenly felt very uneasy, that woman was approaching me, she seemed very eager to see who I was, but I turned and ran, ran fast, and I only regained consciousness after shaking her off."
Baiyi was startled, somewhat incredulous: "You mean, you shook her off?"
"Yes, yes, she couldn't run as fast as I could, she seemed to be held back by something." Luoning nodded, his voice a bit trembling.
Baiyi stroked Luoning's head, his eyes contemplative: "Got it, you can't tell a third person about what happened just now, understand?"
Luoning clutched Baiyi's clothes tightly, sensing that being close to Baiyi was the only safe place in her premonition, deepening her dependence on Baiyi.
