The sound of the wind whooshed past her ears, and the buildings in front of her kept receding.
The woman's eyes blazed with intensity as she focused on the road ahead. As the motorcycle sped past one sedan after another on the road, Shen Xian slipped into a lane flanked by towering plane trees several dozen meters tall.
Just ahead was Gu Cheng's home.
Shen Xian didn't take the main road but turned into a small side street instead.
Luckily, she was on a motorcycle—this long distance didn't seem so far with the help of two-wheeled transportation.
She remembered looking out from the study in Gu Cheng's house the last time, seeing a path behind the castle-like house. In winter, when the grass and trees withered, it was clearly visible.
Only, there was a tall wall behind it.
