Through the binoculars, she clearly saw Gu Yan's current situation. Today, she wore a high-waisted skirt and a pair of high heels. She looked youthful and vibrant, showing no traces of time.
Now the skirt was shredded into pieces by the lion's sharp claws, turning into strips of tattered cloth barely hanging on her body, swaying in the wind.
Ye Ranran felt worried just watching her.
"Ranran, you even carry this with you?" Fan Rou turned around and saw Ye Ranran holding the binoculars, her eyes full of admiration.
But soon they turned into a look of grievance; having such a good thing and not sharing it with her.
Doesn't she know that good things should be shared with good friends?
"It's not mine; it's my brother's." Ye Ranran handed the binoculars to her. "Take a look."
"Thank you, Ranran." Fan Rou accepted them unceremoniously.
