Chu Chengfeng lamented, "If I had known at the time, I would have run here, but unfortunately, by the time I knew, there was nothing left."
Xiao Wen chuckled, "Ten years ago, you were only thirteen, right? What use would it be even if you knew?"
Chu Chengfeng laughed awkwardly.
He just liked listening to Xiao Wen talk, even the word "useless" sounded so delightful.
But in Gu Qiaoqiao's ears were the voices of two people, yet she didn't hear a single word.
Her mind was in utter chaos.
She didn't recognize this road, but she recognized that lightning-struck wood.
In her past life, after she handled her brother's funeral and took care of everything at home, she waited for Master Fong for three days. Unfortunately, Master Fong never returned.
And she decided not to wait any longer.
Chang Qing and Master Fong, without her burden, might find things a bit easier.
After leaving a letter for Master Fong, she boarded a bus and headed to the outskirts.
