After an indeterminate time, the footsteps behind gradually faded. The man's running figure finally stopped, and Jian Luo, unable to stop in time, nearly bumped into him.
The man pinched the collar of his clothes between his fingers, and Jian Luo just barely stopped.
"Phew--"
He was wiped out.
It's been a long time since he last had such a close escape.
The man covertly glanced at Jian Luo, a faint hint of amusement flickering through his cold eyes. Perhaps due to those eyes that bore an uncanny resemblance to hers, he felt an inexplicable warmth towards the boy in front of him.
"Sorry, this time you're in trouble because of me."
Upon hearing this, the driver's eyes bulged in terror, utter fear striking his heart.
Was this really his master?
He actually heard something akin to an apology from his master's mouth; was he dreaming?
