Yan Hanxiang suddenly burst into laughter.
She stepped aside, and Gu Ran quickly thanked her, then scurried away like a mouse.
Still flushed with warmth, Yan Hanxiang stood there and pondered; she had just lost her way and needed to clear her mind as if defogging glasses, to recognize where she was at the moment.
This was reality, not a dream.
As the flood receded, the traffic lights and signs on the roads began functioning again.
"That kid." Yan Hanxiang smiled and sighed.
The air still carried the warm traces of Gu Ran.
Gu Ran returned to his own room and lay on the bed, nearly drained.
"Too terrifying." He fell into a deep regret.
If it weren't for Yan Hanxiang, he would have actually gone to the neighbor's house. Considering the [Tianhai Villa] owners' awareness of their rights, once discovered, they would definitely call the police.
