As she looked at the man in front of her, Lin Shurou's beautiful eyes gradually fell into a daze.
She also wanted to keep up with the man's pace, but she knew in her heart that it was impossible for her to keep up. Every time she thought of this, her heart felt as if it was fried and cooked.
"Ling Yi," She suddenly called out softly.
"What is it?"
Lin Shurou stopped what she was doing and took a deep breath.
When the man in front of her turned around in confusion, she looked at his face seriously, "I also want to become stronger, so that I can stand beside you."
"Do you have any advice on how to become stronger?"
Ling Yi looked at her in surprise, "I thought you didn't have much of an obsession with becoming stronger."
He had always seen her watering flowers and watching dramas, so he had thought that she was like most other women who did not like fighting and killing.
