On the run
Hu Caihua: “They’re catching up to us, you, ” She turns around, her face full of shock.
Luo Wuy a: “That’s right~ We need to go faster, ” He turns around, his face full of shock.
There is Ximen Muxue, dressed in white and sitting on the ground, holding a handsome young man in his arms. His striking face, usually cold and expressionless, is tilted slightly as he presses it against the top of the young man’s head. The scene is exceptionally harmonious and beautiful. Except
“...We’re on the run.” They both sigh helplessly.
“No matter. I’ll kill them.” He pauses, then adds, “Feng is tired.”
“&…%#￥…8”
