Three minutes quietly passed, and Tang Xiaowan's arms were sore from holding them up, but aside from the melodious music and the occasional promotional shout from some shops, there wasn't anything unusual on the street, just an air of peace.
When she poked her head out, she realized that the coffee shop across the street had already turned off its lights.
"What's going on, am I seeing things?"
Leng Lingxiao nodded seriously, "Hmm, it's very possible, you might be seeing things."
"But I'm sure I just saw..."
"Saw what? Saw someone wanting to harm me, harm your dear husband? Silly girl, this is our turf, who would dare? Unless they're tired of living, looking for death, hahaha."
As he said this, Leng Lingxiao gently pinched Tang Xiaowan's nose.
"Maybe I am... seeing things then."
"What, you still don't accept it? It seems... you need to keep drinking those nourishing soups!"
"But didn't you say..."
