The nighttime in Qin City, with a breeze that feels particularly pleasant on the face, casts elongated shadows under the dim lights, and occasionally the sound of a mother scolding her child can be heard from nearby homes.
This is how Gu Lingling and Yang Yunhai strolled down the streets of Qin City.
Suddenly, it felt like a date.
Gu Lingling blushed and lowered her head, burying herself ostrich-like in the sand heap.
"If you don't watch the road, you'll bump into the electric pole," Yang Yunhai said with a restrained laugh, "Why can't you change this habit?"
The last time, she was crying while walking and didn't watch the road, and then bumped right into him.
Evidently, Gu Lingling also recalled that time.
That was when she almost fell into a deep pit beside her mother's grave after visiting it, and it was Yang Yunhai who stopped her and saved her.
