A plate of fruit, he took over an hour to finish it with effort.
Unknowingly, the sky had darkened, winter days are especially short.
Tang Song did not make Mo Ran feel uncomfortable, he took the initiative to leave and told her to remember to come back tomorrow for the meal he would cook.
Mo Ran smiled and agreed, urging him to take care on the road.
After closing the door, she leaned on it, thinking, could Tang Song still have feelings for her?
Perhaps, she was being too sentimental.
Tang Song walked down the stairs cheerfully, but just as he reached his car and opened the door, a gust of cold wind struck his back. He instinctively sidestepped to avoid it.
Another blow came, and he caught the assailant's hand while also swinging his fist in retaliation.
The other party was no pushover, skillfully dodging his attacks and fighting back. Both men were skilled, and neither could gain the upper hand.
