The streets were bustling with the flow of vehicles back and forth in the busy metropolis, everyone hurriedly walking by the roadside.
Tall poplars stretched out their lush green leaves, the morning sunlight streamed down through the gaps between distant high-rises, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
And there she was, with flowing long hair, soft strands, fair skin, and delicate features, but dressed in cool motorcycle gear, which added an indescribable swagger and allure.
A slender teen boy stood under the poplar tree, watching her.
"What, afraid?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head, smiling at him.
"Afraid of what?"
Darkness brewed in his brown eyes, mysterious and deep.
"You're asking what? Afraid that your sister will kidnap and sell you," she said softly, a teasing smile at the edge of her lips.
To her surprise, Wen Yu scoffed dismissively, turning his head with a light snort.
