What are you thinking?
Ghost Wine didn't seem to understand the question. He didn't get angry when Yu Xing slapped his face. He simply raised a hand and gripped Yu Xing's wrist tightly with his cold palm, stopping him from making any more of those slightly contemptuous gestures.
The corners of his mouth curled into a somewhat exaggerated smile. His blood-red eyes looked slightly upward as he said grimly, "I know what you mean... But what if the River Haunt's goal is simply to make us suspect each other?"
Yu Xing raised an eyebrow. Nearby, Zhao Mou pulled out a tinderbox and struck it with a flick of his wrist. At last, a light appeared in the dim temple, offering a faint sense of comfort.
"It's not very big in here, but the lighting's poor. We might have missed something," Zhao Mou said. "To be safe, let's search for clues again before we leave."
Song Xue and Nie Lang had no objections. This time, they got moving. With a composed expression, Song Xue headed straight for the corners and other easy-to-overlook places, focusing on checking for mud stains. Nie Lang followed close behind, quite self-aware.
As they passed Yu Xing and Ghost Wine, Song Xue said calmly, "Don't be too sensitive. I was just thinking about the River Haunt's intentions. If I made you doubt whether your companions were real, I'm sorry."
The siren stayed beside Zhao Mou and didn't wander off.
Ghost Wine gave Yu Xing a look that said, "See? Everything's perfectly normal," then released his arm and watched his expression with interest. "Ha, it's rare for you to get it wrong. We should commemorate this."
Yu Xing chuckled and gave him a cold look.
Ghost Wine stood with his back to the light. The tinderbox's feeble glow,