"Oh, I had a fight." Gu Zhiqi replied lazily and indifferently, with a hint of perfunctory tone.
After speaking, she turned her head and looked around, but she couldn't see a single bicycle.
Su Yunling heard Gu Zhiqi's response and tightened the hand holding the handkerchief slightly, "Was it with an ancient martial artist?"
"Mm." Gu Zhiqi responded softly, then lifted her eyes to look at Su Yunling, "Anything else? I need to go."
Hearing Gu Zhiqi admit to fighting with an ancient martial artist, a fleeting dark color flashed in Su Yunling's peach blossom eyes. He slightly lowered his eyes and looked directly at Gu Zhiqi, "Where to? I'll take you."
Gu Zhiqi was a head shorter than Su Yunling, so to look at each other directly, one had to lower their eyes slightly and the other had to slightly raise their head.
They gazed at each other for a long time, eyes meeting, neither looking away.
