Run, feet trembling beneath...
Qiu Xue, in her performance high heels, limped into the crowd, urgently seeking a figure—Gu Tong!
All the doubts pressed against her chest, making even breathing difficult for her.
She must never find out; it had become her sole conviction.
Not knowing how far she had gone, Qiu Xue finally saw the familiar silhouette leaning under the birch tree. The cascade of black hair, the graceful figure—just from the back, Qiu Xue could recognize her.
"Gu Tong..."
A clear, hurried voice echoed, with the 'click-clack' of high heels resonating behind Gu Tong.
No matter what, Gu Tong would recognize Qiu Xue's voice. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Leaning lazily against the birch tree, she seemed to be napping.
"Gu Tong, how come you're sleeping here..." Qiu Xue forcefully controlled the rise and fall of her chest, trying to maintain composure.
