Su Qinglan waited patiently at the door like a little wife whose husband is returning home after a war.
She sat on the wooden floor, knees pulled up, hands fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve, eyes glued to the doorway as if willing Han Jue and Rong Ye to appear with a certain tall, quiet, handsome husband trailing behind them.
She couldn’t tell why, but thinking about him made her heart pound with fear. There was a strange premonition in her heart that refused to calm down.
She felt like something strange was happening, but she couldn’t point it out. So she could only hope that Xuan Long would return home safely; only then could she sigh with relief.
Minutes felt like hours. Her heart kept jumping at every little noise outside. Even the sound of rain dripping from the roof made her lean forward like an eager cub.
Finally, the door curtain rustled, the one they had made from hide.
She shot to her feet instantly... even before their silhouettes fully came in.
But the moment Han Jue stepped inside...
she froze.
Because the expression on his face was not relief, not normal, not even annoyed.
It was dark and gloomy.
Rong Ye looked even worse; he had that serious face he only made when things were genuinely bad.
Su Qinglan’s smile faded.
"Where... where is Xuan Long?" she asked softly.
They didn’t answer. Her heart sank further.
"Han Jue... Rong Ye... where is he?"
Still no answer. They just exchanged glances and then lowered their eyes, as if they refused to meet her gaze.
And suddenly her voice sounded harsh even to her own ears, louder than she expected.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
Han Jue took a slow breath.
"Lan Lan... he didn’t come back with the group."
Her whole world tilted. She stepped back like someone had pushed her.
"What... what do you mean he didn’t come back?"
Rong Ye rubbed his face, clearly frustrated.
"The group that went to trade rice... they came back without him. They said Xuan Long suddenly disappeared. One moment he was there, the next he was gone, and they couldn’t do anything."
Su Qinglan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"He disappeared? Just like that? How can a whole group of beastmen lose him?!"
Her voice shook with anger and fear mixed together.
She stormed toward the door.
"Where are they? I want to ask them myself! How can my husband vanish into thin air? Are they lying? Did something happen?! Why won’t they tell me?!"
Han Jue immediately caught her wrist... not roughly, but firmly, like holding someone standing too close to an edge.

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