"Hey, Little Village Flower, what's the matter with you?" Sheng Shuai shouted in puzzlement and started chasing after her.
Ye Shu hadn't heard Sheng Shuai calling for her at all; she was simply following her intuition, running because she felt that the person she was waiting for might be up ahead!
A newly constructed suspension bridge, even if its quality were subpar, wouldn't just collapse entirely—not unless it was done deliberately. But who would have such ability, such boredom to cause such thankless destruction?
The answer was only one: the "Handsome B loves Ye Cunhua" inscription on the bridge really annoyed him!
After running nearly five hundred meters, sure enough, under the sunset's afterglow, a familiar figure that made her heart flutter approached in strides, bathed in the golden radiance toward her direction.
