Backyard.
Wherever the eye could see, it was either exotic flowers or strange trees, most of which An Yin didn't recognize.
But it didn't affect her mood for admiration.
Just when her feet were sore and she didn't want to walk anymore, Bao Shaojin, who was in front of her, stopped.
"Over there, go ahead and wash up."
The man suddenly spoke, startling An Yin, who looked up in panic, "Oh." An Yin weakly replied.
Seeing the man standing still, An Yin followed his gaze into the distance.
In the distant lawn, there were two cushions conspicuously placed against the green backdrop.
An Yin tentatively asked, "Should I go over first?"
Looking at the man's steadfast posture, he surely wouldn't be going with her. An Yin pondered.
"Go ahead." Bao Shaojin replied.
Receiving the affirmative answer, An Yin stepped forward, walking on the pebble stones in the lawn.
As she got closer, An Yin saw the cushions; the bloodstains on top had already dried.
