The cheers got even louder while the whistles were endless and sharp to the ears.
Ning Li was stunned. She has never heard of such a rule in Xiaosong Hill.
She unconsciously looked at Lu Huaiyu who was beside her, but he had his head down.
His slightly messy bangs covered his eyes.
The sharp jawline that went all the way down to his chin was perfectly outlined by the light. It was impeccable.
His eyes were shrouded behind the shadow, as though a layer of mist prevented her from seeing him. She did not know what was going on or what he was thinking.
Ning Li's heart skipped a beat because something was wrong with Lu Huaiyu.
"Second Master Lu?" she called out to him.
The girl's clear voice entered Lu Huaiyu's ears and tore the flashing images in his mind to shreds.
Lu Huaiyu fluttered his eyes and slowly regained his senses.
He leaned back on the seat and unbuttoned his collar.
