In front of the city gate, Lu Chang'sheng jogged along, replaying that arrow in his mind, his heart pounding wildly.
If his archery hadn't reached Great Success, who knows if he'd have hit that beggar's head with a single shot? If that had happened, things would be very different now.
Thinking of this made him a bit spooked but also excited, and it showed on his face as nothing but the slight upward curve of his lips.
Honestly, I'm quite a remarkable person!
He suddenly stopped.
Li Nangua stood where she was, barely half a step away, her big eyes staring fixedly at him.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
Lu Chang'sheng's heart skipped a beat.
Maybe they were standing too close—when he spoke, Li Nangua was hit with a rush of warm breath, completely different from the blazing city heat. Instantly, two red clouds blossomed on her pretty cheeks.
Lu Chang'sheng didn't think too hard about it, figuring she was just flushed from carrying two bags and running a bit.
