The grappling hook steadied itself in the groove between the buildings at the base level.
Li Xiaoyu was instantly pulled away by a force.
Then came blinding light.
Suddenly running out from darkness, one might find their eyes a bit unaccustomed.
It took Li Xiaoyu several seconds before she could open her eyes.
The face that came into view bore the same smile as she remembered, as if everything were trivial.
She stared a bit too long, and as Tang Xian continued to move between buildings with the help of his grappling hook, he said,
"Is there something on my face?"
"No, I was just wondering… when did you get here?"
"About a few hours ago."
"A few hours ago? So you've been at the base level all this time?"
"I found you as soon as you came back."
"..."
Li Xiaoyu didn't know how to describe this feeling.
It was probably like being carried by Tang Xian between buildings, a surreal feeling of sometimes falling and sometimes rising.
