Before the tent, Daylight drew a shallow breath.
Having been tortured by Park Sangnam for so long, Li Qingming's patience must have been nearing its limit.
Although not expecting much, she still harbored a tiny bit of hope inside; after all, in her current role equivalent to a hero saving the beauty, it would be reasonable to anticipate a shy and grateful expression from Li Qingming.
Daylight took a breath and lifted the tent flap.
But there sat Li Qingming, back facing the entrance with hands in pockets, who slightly tilted his head at the sound and then turned away with a scowl, "Took you long enough, what did you do, roll here in a wheelchair?"
Hearing this, Daylight actually let out a sigh of relief.
"A few days apart, and I genuinely started to miss that misanthropic look in your eyes and your biting tone."
She walked to the table opposite Li Qingming while brushing the dust off herself.
