Make Them Wait

Li Xueyue did not rush her footsteps. She did not flee from the scene like a scared little rabbit. 

Li Xueyue walked at the same pace as she normally did, so that it would not arouse suspicion. If she ran out of here as if spirits were chasing her, then it would definitely arouse too much suspicion. She didn't need lady Ge Beining to sniff her nose everywhere.

"Yu Zhen should hear about this," she whispered to herself, thinking out loud. When she turned the corner, she hesitated. If she told him about this, surely, he would take matters into his own hands.

Li Xueyue didn't want him to act on his own. He would not listen to her if she would tell him she wanted to handle it by herself.

She bit her bottom lip. Dread made her footsteps slower, heavier, until she came to a stop around the corner. She was torn about whether to tell him or not.