The two bright moons reflected one after another, and Gu Xiaoyue—despite her aloofness—looked beautiful as she stood in the cold moonlight.
Gu Xiaoyue pushed up the spectacles on the bridge of her nose and tilted her head slightly. Her tone was cold and concise as always, "What is it?"
She was only wearing a single coat at the moment instead of the thick mage robe, but it displayed her slim figure to the fullest. Xiao Lin lost himself in her slightly and quickly coughed to cover up his embarrassment after realizing that she was frowning very faintly.
However, his expressions soon became a little convoluted after recalling his reason for calling Gu Xiaoyue out. After a moment's silence, he spread out his tightly-clenched right hand, and revealed a nearly sweat-soaked piece of paper in his palm. He said, "I just found this in the orc's command room."