At that moment, Zhan Nanjue suddenly let out a monosyllable.
Not only did she not jump down, she was held even tighter on his back...
Gong Shirao seemed to vaguely hear a "hiss" of pain escape from his mouth, and couldn't help but blurt out, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Zhan Nanjue said, "I'll carry you to the hotel first."
"..." Gong Shirao found the question awkward no matter how she responded, so she simply stayed silent.
He had no idea how long he had been carrying her, the road seemed interminable.
Her feelings became conflicted again.
If... there really was no end, how wonderful would that be?
This dream, she didn't want to wake up from it too quickly.
Just then, the sky suddenly poured down with heavy rain—
Gong Shirao was startled, quickly reached out to cover his head, and was soon drenched. The rain fell fast and hard, and he wasn't faring any better.
