When Luo Ningcha had impersonated a corpse, she'd been quick and efficient, neither squeamish nor superstitious. Shi Qingjue had been greatly surprised, and his confidence in the risky plan for the young lady had grown a little.
Shi Qingjue really had become obsessed. He was determined to rescue Luo Ningcha single-handedly, seeing it as an important step toward getting close to her. But that also left his plan riddled with holes. Nage could identify the corpse's true identity just by turning it over when he rushed into the tent. Even if the first step succeeded, it was hard to say whether Luo Ningcha, a frail woman, could make it out of the tent and find supporters.
Luo Ningcha hadn't thought that far ahead. She walked through the darkness to the small couch by the entrance, stripped the corpse, and changed into its clothes. She said nothing as she did it, and didn't ask for help. The rustling sounds made Shi Qingjue's thoughts run wild. He nearly changed his mind and decided to follow Nage's original plan.
Luo Ningcha couldn't see the Great Doctor's expression, but she was still wary of him. She stepped back a few paces and whispered, "All right. My clothes are by the bed. Change Xiaoyi into them."
"Yes." Shi Qingjue felt his voice grow hoarse. He could just make out a small table beside the bed, with a pile of clothes on it. He carried them over to the couch, ready to dress the corpse, but he couldn't tell the front from the back or the top from the bottom of the dress. After fumbling around for ages, he hadn't managed to get a single piece on.
"Idiot," Luo Ningcha scolded under her breath, coming over to help.
Shi Qingjue held the corpse while Luo Ningcha