The night was deep and heavy. Tang Qingxue walked as fast as she could. When she left the castle, she'd been full of hot blood, practically shaking with excitement. She really hadn't expected Yeh Sha would actually agree to let her go. Right now it was like her legs had grown wings; she couldn't wait to get away from here.
Once she stepped out of the villa's line of sight, everything around her fell into darkness. A cold wind blew past, and she gradually sobered up.
Now she was starting to regret it—how could she have run out without bringing a single cent, and without her phone? Standing by the roadside, she was thoroughly frustrated.
