Footsteps were swiftly closing in, and there was no time left for contemplation. Yun Ya said in a cold voice, "Put me up there, I can climb down by myself."
As Yuesheng was told, he lifted Yun Ya high above his head. Yun Ya grabbed the long spikes on top of the iron gate with her hands, flipped her small body over, and was about to slide down along the railing. However, she overestimated herself. The sharp pain tore through her delicate hands, and in a moment of instability, she nearly fell to the ground...
The next moment, she found herself falling into a cool and slightly warm embrace, mixed with the fresh fragrance of green leaves and soap pods, which gently entered Yun Ya's nostrils.
She was stunned for a moment, this scent...
A familiar feeling from deep within her memory brought a sourness to her nose. Yuesheng agilely climbed down, and upon seeing the newcomer, he immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Han?"
