"Must be too hungry." Black Owl said somewhat embarrassedly, thinking to himself that he needed to be more careful in the future. After all, Gu Yunzhi was a bit of a pretty boy, and he handled things differently from a rough guy like him. But no one would have thought that two people, clearly with the same face, could have two entirely different personalities—should say, two completely different people.
As they ate and exchanged smiles, they felt a sense of sharing life and death, standing against a common enemy. There was a secret between them that no one else knew, and the freshness and thrill of it felt completely novel.
Sitting in the warm carriage, eating familiar food, and looking at Black Owl eating across from her by candlelight, Tang Wanwan suddenly felt a bit dazed, as if she had suddenly traveled from one world to another, then made a circle back.
