Decline

His skin was as white as snow.

His eyes seemed to have stars in them.

Her thin red lips were full of charm.

Even though Zhao Shuning had seen her face so many times, she still felt moved.

"Master, why are you here?"

Yan Ruyu helped Zhao Shuning up.

"Master, let's go."

Zhao Shuning was extremely natural. She wanted to hold Yan Ruyu's hand, but he avoided her the moment she touched the back of his hand.

I almost forgot. Master doesn't like people touching him.

Then, she pulled Yan Ruyu's sleeve and dragged him to hide in the big tree.

Not long later.

A familiar figure appeared on the path before them. Judging from his appearance, it was clear that he was in a hurry.

Seeing that there was no one on the road, he chased after them.

Zhao Shuning felt slightly guilty.

After Xia Qingyan left, she jumped down from the tree.

Zhao Shuning turned her head and wanted to call her teacher to come down.