"Who was cursing you?"
Suddenly, a voice from behind scared Luo Qingli terribly.
"Qin Lang? How come you're here? Do you always walk without making a sound?" Luo Qingli patted her chest, realizing she really couldn't afford to be distracted in the future.
"After half a year, can't the first thing you say to me be something nice?" At first, Qin Lang thought he was seeing things because he missed the little woman in front of him so much that he imagined her.
His emotions were indescribable when he realized it really was her: excitement, joy, or perhaps something else.
"Why should I say anything nice? Qin Lang, don't you think that every time I run into you, I'm pretty unlucky? Or that a lot of trouble comes my way? I think it's better for me to keep my distance. Goodbye!!" Because of some previous unpleasant incidents, Luo Qingli's first instinct upon seeing Qin Lang was that trouble was on the way.
