"Have you bought everything?" Feng Jiao Xue was rolling up her spare cloak as she ask Mo Tianze when a knock rattled the door.
No, less of a knock and more of a frantic bang. Sharp hits, too fast, too anxious.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
She and Mo Tianze froze and look at each other, having dejavu.
"Xue! Xue!" A familiar sharp voice called behind the door.
Mo Tianze, hearing the familiar voice, just finished stuffing his things into a worn leather bag, half a loaf of bread sticking out the top like a careless afterthought. "Yup" he mumbled.
Feng Jiao Xue had raised a brow at the noise, then slowly made her way to the door already.
When she opened it, Xia Lian nearly stumbled in.
And... flopped on the floor as Feng Jiao Xue moved aside when she failed to regain her balance in the end.
Red hair splashed on the floor as her body splayed on the ground.
