Song Zhishan was curled up in Zhang Jingyun's arms, the wind whistling past her ears as her body swayed slightly with his hurried strides.
She couldn't help but look up at him. His lips were pressed into a tight line, and a faint, unyielding determination lingered between his slightly furrowed brows.
Despite the perils lurking all around, not a trace of panic could be discerned on his handsome face. It seemed that no matter what kind of dangerous situation he faced, he could handle it with complete composure.
Chapter 67