"No, that's not..." Qiao Ranran wanted to explain that this wasn't what worried her, but on second thought, she couldn't say the notion hadn't crossed her mind. More importantly, she felt that when two people were traveling together, they ought to discuss what to do. She was relying on Pei Ling for much of this journey, and getting home safely depended largely on him. She couldn't help wanting his agreement.
That feeling, that habit, was all too familiar.
Qiao Ranran's face suddenly went a shade paler.
In her previous life, whatever she did, she had habitually sought Wen Ziheng's opinion. She would proceed only if he agreed; if he disagreed, she would stop even when she didn't want to. Just now, she had slipped back into that old habit without realizing it.
Had Pei Ling sensed it? Was that why he had said those things?
Qiao Ranran's spirits sank. Her excitement vanished like smoke, and all her joy turned to panic. This instinctive way of behaving was something Wen Ziheng had cultivated in her bit by bit, with her own permission.
Qiao Ranran closed her eyes. In the end, she buried those feelings deep and let out a long breath.
As Pei Ling had said, the money was hers. She needed to shop and stock up her Storage Points, and it wouldn't take much time. Why was she agonizing over it?
Qiao Ranran opened her eyes, their light calm once more. "Junior Brother Pei, would you like to look around with me?"
"No need."
His tone was as cold as ever, but Qiao Ranran could somehow hear that he wasn't in a good mood either. She couldn't help laughing.
"Then rest here, Junior Brother Pei. I'll look around, and if there's anything you need, I'll bring it back!"
Pei Ling