Jing Hang got out of the car as fast as he could.
"You run that way," Jiang Yan pointed to another path, "I'll lure them away."
Jing Hang's lips curled coldly, "Do I need you to save me?"
"Jing Hang, I know you don't mean what you say, you're actually worried about me, but I can't..."
Jiang Yan's words were cut short as Jing Hang suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Jiang Yan was pulled forward by Jing Hang, running swiftly.
Behind them were the people sent by Jiang Rui to kill her, the harsh wind whistled past her ears, yet Jiang Yan felt no fear.
The man beside her had his short hair tousled by the wind, his face so stunningly androgynous, with elongated peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, cherry blossom-pink thin lips, and a chiseled jawline...
He looked like a handsome man stepped out of a comic book, having shed his youthful naivety, he was even more handsome and stylish than before.
