"I didn't realize, you've got quite the nerve, actually ready to fight to the death with a broom in hand?"
Gu Chenzi recalled the moment he opened the door and saw Ji Pianran, and couldn't help but be a bit curious.
Ji Pianran blinked, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glancing off into the distance.
It was five-thirty now, and the distant hills were draped in swathes of orange twilight, dazzling and eye-catching.
A burning, fiery red sun was about to sink behind the hills.
In the little village, smoke curled up from every household.
The air was filled with an indescribable coziness.
Actually, she hadn't been afraid when she hit Dong Qingfang; when Lei Bo was there, honestly, she didn't feel scared either.
But the moment Gu Chenzi pushed the door open, she suddenly felt like a weight had dropped from her heart.
She didn't know what a sense of security was.
She just knew that with him there, she suddenly grew some strength inside, accompanied by a warm feeling.
