The sun over there was simply too intense, and as He Qing followed it for a while, she felt she was about to get tanned.
Although that possibility was virtually non-existent, He Qing would not tan, but she still did not want to continue walking in the open like this.
With a thought, ripples like those on water suddenly resonated from the iron sheet of the carriage wall she was looking at, expanding circle by circle, as if spreading out from the center, creating a large hole. The two people sitting inside were completely unaware at this moment. She smiled contently and stepped inside to sit down.
Mr. Chen was truly in severe pain. Perhaps it was not just the pain, but also his despair over his own situation.
