After letting her legs get used to it for a while, Leng Xiaoduan slowly stood up. There were no street lights on the mountain, so she turned on the flashlight on her phone and walked down the mountain slowly.
At the corner of a large slope, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the side.
"Little Duan!"
"Oh my god!"
In the eerie cemetery, Leng Xiaoduan was caught off guard. She was so frightened that her phone and the things in her hands fell to the ground with a crash. She twisted her ankle and fell to the ground.
A pair of thin but strong arms reached over and held her firmly before she fell.
"Gu…Gu Ziyang?"
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Leng Xiaoduan recognized Gu Ziyang.
"It's me."
"Why are you still here?"
She was still in shock and remembered that she was scared half to death just now. She was shocked and angry, completely forgetting that he was still holding him. She reached out and hit him hard.
