It feels like returning to the beginning, except without the Grandmaster leading the way, and I no longer need to hold a censer in my hands.
Moreover, this cold sensation is something I can easily bear now.
The road on the plaza is easier to walk than last time, no longer the uneven footing by the river, and while Li Zhiyuan is walking ahead, he can sense Little Huang Ying following along and moving.
She loves beauty, and she is indeed flirtatious.
In truth, there's nothing wrong with showcasing one's grace and charm, yet despite the gradually opening trends, society hasn't reached that level; if Little Huang Ying had been born ten or twenty years later, she might still fall into the conservative category.
Entering the first floor, the snoring of Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin remains unchanged; as long as it's Li Zhiyuan's footsteps without cries for help or other noises, their sensitive nerves won't be triggered.
But one person sits up from the coffin in his sleep.
