"Running at home is not energetic, go outside to run," Yu Ling suggested.
"Okay!"
The roads in the villa district were wide, and there were various color flowers blooming along the roadside, each kind more precious than the Purple Pimpernels in Yu Ling's home.
Jian Xi was reminded of the flower bookmark in Yu Ling's poetry collection, and that day of chaos, the familiar car, the woman draped in an opulent shawl with a Purple Pimpernel in her hair...
She slowed down and watched Yu Ling's figure from a distance.
Yu Ling's silhouette slowly merged with that of the woman in her memory... Jian Xi's pupils suddenly dilated.
Bang—
She didn't know what she had tripped over, but Jian Xi stumbled and fell to the ground.
Nan Mufeng and Yu Ling, who were ahead, turned around when they heard the noise and saw Jian Xi lying on the ground.
The empty road with a beautiful woman sprawled on it, now that was quite a scene...