The woman's voice suddenly exploded in the desolate night, startling Wang Chen, who was already in a daze, and causing him to sway and tumble to the ground, landing flat on his back.
As he forced himself up, struggling against the pain from the fall, the woman under the tree also sat up.
To be precise, she should be considered a girl.
Just looking at her delicate features and rosy cheeks, she seemed to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, but her light yellow short hair and the subtle eyeshadow on her beautiful eyes added a maturity beyond her years.
At the moment, her lips were pursed in a pout, and her eyes were full of sleepiness, as if she were annoyed at having her nice dream interrupted.
Seeing her still not fully recovered, Wang Chen took the initiative to ask, "Who are you?"
He felt the girl in front of him looked familiar but couldn't recall her name.
