Three lights—red, blue and white, rapidly streaked through the skies.
The trio arrived at the capital of Nanli in the afternoon. The climate was warmer here compared to Beiming, and aside from the lush vegetation that could be seen everywhere, the streets here were much livelier.
Be that as it may, Liu Rushuang suddenly felt chills all over despite the warmth. Her instincts told her that something bad was going to happen, and so she frowned slightly and looked around.
The streets were lively and there were many stalls all around, and she could see all sorts of people.
As she pondered on why she felt the chills, Han Moze's image suddenly appeared in her mind.
She smiled despite herself—she was thinking about her already after just being half a day apart.
What was he doing, she wondered?
Usually, she would be playing a tune for him, sitting behind her string piano while Ze lay at the lying bench, staring at her passionately.
