Qian Renxue, wearing a white veil, was led along the street by Mo Lin. Her mind was busy imagining all sorts of things, leaving her with no attention to spare for anything around her.
Just outside Vast Sea City's gates, Qian Renxue had walked up to Mo Lin and waited for him to state the thing he wanted her to do.
But Mo Lin said nothing. He merely took a fine white veil from his bracelet, fitted with a gold ring that hooked over the ear, and put it on Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue froze for a moment and asked:
"Is this your demand?"
"A demand?" Mo Lin did not immediately understand what Qian Renxue meant. Once he remembered, he rapped her forehead with his knuckle.
"Wishful thinking! I put the veil on you to reduce trouble after we enter the city. We're acting in secret, so we need to avoid drawing too much attention. Wearing a veil might seem suspicious, but at most a few people will talk about it. If that face of yours appeared in public, I wouldn't be able to suppress the commotion it'd cause. As for that condition you owe me for losing the bet, I haven't decided what it is yet. I'll tell you once I have. Let's enter the city first."
People always felt an inexplicable fear toward the unknown, even if that unknown could not harm them. Even Qian Renxue was no exception. At most, Mo Lin's demand would exhaust a great deal of her stamina and make her need a little extra sleep; it would not hurt her at all. Yet because Mo Lin refused to tell her what it was, she had become so nervous that she could not think about anything else.
Mo Lin had naturally noticed Qian Renxue's