Fine, let her do as she wishes. Yijie compromised and continued to keep silent. He didn't know that in his helpless gaze towards Number 0, there was an undetectable hint of fondness.
How much time had passed, Number 0 no longer remembered. When she came back to her senses, the moon had already moved westward—it was at least after midnight now, and she felt a chilling coldness in her hands and feet.
The area was quiet. Number 0 shivered, only then remembering she was in the midst of corpses. The shivering stopped quickly, as she heard a slow and forceful breathing sound. He's still here? An inexplicable feeling of relief, she truly thought that bald monk had left him behind.
Number 0 turned her head back, just as she was about to express her suspicions, the scene bathed in the frosty moonlight had already changed.
