"Aiya, beauty!" Meng Fuyao touched the tip of her nose and closed her eyes as she apologized, "Big Brother didn't mean to bump into your chest…"
"Fuyao—run!"
It was said extremely softly, as though it were a ray of moonlight or a slight breeze, yet it struck Meng Fuyao with such suddenness.
Alarmed, she raised her blurry eyes, but the person had already brushed past her as though he were a gust of wind and disappeared into the depths of the little alley, leaving only a faint, familiar sound of breathing, carrying with it the taste of sunshine that she had felt before.
Meng Fuyao's vision suddenly blacked out.
Following that, she noticed that the night was extremely hot and humid with the smell of impending rain, and a faint smell of smoke drifted in the air. The smell of the slightly moist smoke was heavily concentrated in the narrow alley, blocking their path like an iron board.
