Anning's POV
The rope burned against my palms as I lowered myself down the side of the building. The heat from the flames still clung to my skin, making the cooler air outside feel almost strange against my face.
My arms were already beginning to ache, but I forced myself to keep moving. Every few breaths, I glanced up.
But Wanqing was yet to get out of the building. Well, she did promise me she'd get out soon... I'd rather just let her do her thing.
I tightened my grip around the rope and continued climbing down.
I still couldn't forget the promise I made her say. Actually, I had practically forced her to do a pink promise like some child, but it was at that moment I realized she didn't even know what a pinky promise was.
And she had huge hands.
that ridiculous pinky swear on her like a child, as if hooking our fingers together could somehow bind someone as unpredictable as Wanqing to her word.
