A smear of black appeared on the horizon and slowly spread across the entire sky. Time had sped up, and night had already fallen.
They remained silent the whole way. To Ying Lin's surprise, for some unknown reason, Mr. 39 acted like an NPC whose only job was to guide them, letting them off without a fuss. Ying Lin made it back to her dorm with ease.
Still a little dazed, she sat at the table, took a deep breath, covered her face with her hands, and slumped onto the tabletop. She couldn't understand why 39 was still pretending to be a player at this point.
The thing was, he wasn't even convincing!
Or did it mean that even if he knew they knew, they could stay safe as long as no one said it aloud and completely shattered the balance on the surface?
Across from her, Yue Xiamo pushed a little bottle across the table. Ying Lin quickly straightened up and opened it, only to find alcohol inside.
"What is this?"
Lü Yating chuckled. "Alcohol we stole from the hospital. We mixed in some water, so we can drink it like liquor."
"What the hell? What are you trying to do?" Ying Lin slumped back down. "Go ahead and eat. Stop waiting. Beiwei's dead. She's not coming back."
Yue Xiamo raised the bottle and took a sip. "We know."
"Mm-hmm. Since the moment you walked in." Lü Yating opened her bottle, her carefree movements lending a touch of nonchalance to her sorrow. "When we were about to get off work, we heard those NPCs talking about what happened today. That was when I found out you'd come to the hospital. We were the ones who dragged Beiwei's and Zhuoerte's bodies out for cremation."
Zeng Huan held her bottle without