“Hong Chen,” Qing Xue quietly called to his friend.
It had been a week since they arrived at their latest encampment, a thickly forested region similar to the one where Qing Xue was taken captive years before. In such close quarters, it had been difficult to find a chance to talk to him away from others, including Luo Kai and Jin Weiyan.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust those two at all. It’s just that next to Bai Ruyi, Hong Chen was the one Qing Xue was closest to. He had already proven himself to be a good secret-keeper on multiple occasions, and for this particular matter, there was truly no one else Qing Xue could approach.
At the call, Hong Chen paused in his stride. It seemed he was on the way to the latrines, located on the far edge of the encampment. This was the chance Qing Xue
