Is it an illusion?
It must be.
Otherwise, how could he see Ning Xixi running towards him?
Perhaps it's fate, today she is also wearing a light pink dress with a Peter Pan collar and ruffle trim, her hair tied in twin ponytails, looking fresh and adorable.
"Where did this girl come from?" Whispers spread among the audience below, someone tried to stop Ning Xixi but was intimidated by a cold and penetrating gaze from a pair of black eyes.
Song Zhizhou dressed in military uniform, followed by a row of soldiers behind him, causing an immediate uproar on the scene.
"Not good! Everyone, retreat!"
In just a few minutes, the once bustling crowd dispersed.
Song Zhizhou waved his hand, signaling his men not to chase. Instead, he ordered all of them to surround the boxing ring to protect Ning Xixi.
Ning Xixi clumsily climbed up, her hand reaching towards Qiao Nancheng but then retracting.
"Qiaoqiao…" Her sobbing was like that of a stray kitten abandoned on the street.
