Years of Youth

“She” was a contradiction: radiant yet aloof, gentle yet bold. Like a flower blooming in the night, she was impossible not to notice.

“He” was as handsome as a painting, with flawless features and an air of cool detachment that made him seem distant, yet impossible to ignore.

Thug: Ji Fengjin, you’ve fallen into our hands this time.

“Just get on with it. You talk too much.”

When they began to lose ground, a girl appeared behind them and said, “What kind of heroes gang up on one person? Count me in.”

The thug sneered, “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep?”

She gave him a mischievous look. “And what if I don’t?”

The thug asked again, “You sure?” The people behind her laughed.

She seized her chance and kicked him flying. Afterward, the girl left without even saying goodbye. Ji Fengjin watched her go, lost in thought.