Su Yaoguang was furious.
If Jiang Yihui were here, she'd definitely fling him into a manure pit.
The crowd outside dispersed, and the night returned to its silence.
Zhou Wangshu pulled her to lie beside him, yawning as he said, "Get some sleep! That was ages ago, I've forgotten all about it."
"You really don't hold grudges," Su Yaoguang lay beside him, speaking with concern, "It's because you're so honest that those shameless people bullied you like that."
This interruption completely dissipated the eerie atmosphere from earlier, and Su Yaoguang wasn't as scared anymore.
Zhou Wangshu listened to the steady breathing from behind, knowing she had fallen asleep. He turned over, using the dim light to gaze at the girl in front of him.
She was remarkably vibrant.
To him, the world was gray, and she was the splash of color among the gray.
