Ran Yu first stiffened, then turned tail and ran.
But after only a few steps, she tripped over something, falling onto the concrete with a "thud," sprawling face first.
Pain tore through her kneecaps, as if they were about to break…
The palms of her hands were also burning, definitely skinned…
Especially upon hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Ran Yu lay on the ground, nearly in tears from the urgency.
A pair of exquisite handmade leather shoes appeared before her eyes, followed by a low, familiar, teasing voice, "Does it hurt?"
That voice… Ran Yu jerked her head up sharply.
The afternoon sun was blinding as it shone over, and Lu Ziheng stood with one hand in his pocket, his face hidden in a large shadow due to the backlight, his expression unclear, but she knew it wasn't anything kind.
"Aren't you getting up?" Lu Ziheng spoke again.
Ran Yu pursed her lips, at a loss for words to describe her feelings at that moment.
Feeling like she survived a calamity?
