Le You Garden is a high and flat terrain, with a vast view in all directions. Every Chongyang Festival, visitors flock like weaving threads, creating an extraordinary bustling scene.
However, no matter how lively and prosperous it used to be, it is now equally chaotic and frightening.
The fabric screens flew up like walls, like the wind blowing through a wheat wave, colliding and toppling countless people.
Tang Xiaobai was pushed out along with the crowd.
She was too small, the fabric screens swept over her, and she rolled out two circles.
Just as she gritted her teeth to grab the ground, suddenly, something hit the back of her head, her vision blurred, and she instinctively let go of her hand—
"Bang!" Something unknown fell beside her.
Then, someone grabbed her hand.
With a strong pull, she was yanked into an embrace that felt slightly thin.
"Second Miss!" Li Mu instinctively supported her head but felt a handful of wetness.
In an instant, his whole body turned cold.
