The wind stopped, and the only sound left in Liǔ Cháoquè's ears was a faint friction. The direction she had originally intended to take toward home naturally shifted, step by step, leading her into an unfamiliar alleyway.
The rustling sound grew closer and closer, yet for some reason, whoever it was refused to make a move. Were they biding their time to be sure, or waiting for something else?
Dizzy and half-asleep, Xú Wàngchuān leaned against Liǔ Cháoquè’s shoulder with half-closed eyes.
Chapter 30