It's no later than three thirty now, still an hour and a half away from Mao Hour.
Bai Junjun collapsed weakly, "No rush, let's set off at Mao Hour."
"Will there be enough time?" The crowd was gobsmacked.
They had thought that when Miss Junjun said they were leaving today, she meant sneaking ahead while everyone else was asleep; to their surprise, after glancing at the Shichen Chinese Time, she promptly fell back asleep.
If she doesn't move while everyone is still asleep, when will she go? There will be even less chance after they wake up!
The crowd was dying of urgency, yet Bai Junjun stubbornly ignored everything and dozed off deeply.
But these days, the crowd had come to know Bai Junjun a bit, and her calmness now meant that the way to the bridge was certainly not what they had imagined.
The crowd exchanged glances, at a loss for what to do, and could only stare blankly at one another.
