Chen Xiaolian and Qiao Qiao walked side by side on the streets of the ancient city.
Just passing through the Damascus Gate of Jerusalem, the crowd here was becoming denser. Chen Xiaolian and Qiao Qiao walked hand in hand, bathed in the sunlight. It seemed like this was not a mission at all, but a simple outing for a couple.
Chen Xiaolian could feel Qiao Qiao's slender and delicate fingers, could feel the young girl leaning against him. With a slight turn of his head, he could see the smile on Qiao Qiao's face and the gentle look in her eyes.
"It feels like we're on a vacation," Qiao Qiao whispered softly.
"Yeah," Chen Xiaolian nodded.
Qiao Qiao gazed at Chen Xiaolian, then suddenly said in a low voice, "I wonder when we can truly be carefree, go out together like ordinary people, without thinking about life and death, without worrying about any dungeon missions."
