Time flies like the wind, and with each passing moment, we age.
Xu Qing stood on the terrace, reflecting on the past. Back in the day, he was just a novice disguised as an expert, and now... Mr. Wang was no longer up to par, and he...
Those who practice martial arts can be said to be especially impressive.
A man in his forties is like a blooming flower.
"What are you doing standing out there?" Jiang He came out with a face mask on, spotting Xu Qing standing there posing as if he was cool— not even bothering to turn on the lights on a late evening, just enjoying the breeze and admiring the stars on the terrace.
"I was thinking about something... Holy shit! Don't get so close to me with that face mask on."
When Xu Qing turned around, he was face-to-face with Jiang He's masked visage. It was common for her to apply a face mask, no big deal, but she walked so silently. He could never get accustomed to the sudden fright of turning around to find her right up close.
