It was as if their minds were connected; Xu Changqing suddenly whipped around. And when she looked ahead? Even in the dim light, she was stunned for a moment.
Just like Shen Weimin at that moment, the first sentence that popped into her head was, 'Who is that?' The second was identical: 'Even if you were burned to ash?'
"What are you doing here!"
Shen Weimin strode quickly to meet her. Though he kept his voice as low as possible, Xu Changqing could still hear the teeth-gritting fury in his tone. She pursed her lips, displeased.
'Ha! And now *she's* the one who's unhappy.' How could Shen Weimin not know how much she hated being told what to do? He was both amused and exasperated. "So it's my fault for worrying about you? Are you done here?"
Xu Changqing glanced at him, her eyes landing on the burlap sack he was carrying. She nodded silently, giving him a look that signaled this was not the place to talk.
