"They haven't followed us. But it doesn't seem like a fatal wound," Tang San whispered. He used the Mysterious Heaven Method to subtly change his voice, which sounded more mature than his normal voice.
"Hmm," Pretty Girl nodded, then looked at him earnestly, "shouldn't you let go of my hand now?"
"Oh, oh." Only then did Tang San let go, his heart reluctant to do so. Pretty Girl's originally cold little hand had gotten somewhat warm from being held by him.
"Who are you?" Pretty Girl's gaze was piercing as she sized him up.
Tang San's face was covered by a mask, and he wore dark clothes.
"I..." Upon hearing her question, he hesitated, how much he wanted to tell her, I am your husband from a past life, and I will be in this one too. But saying that, he probably would be considered crazy.
