Li Du, who had just fallen behind, strode forward arrogantly, raising his thick eyebrows with disdain, saying, "Yes, admit defeat early, and I'll spare you the trouble of kneeling and kowtowing, how does that sound?"
Ye Zhi ignored Li Du, her heart filled with grievances and fear, caring little for others.
In the bustling Lingyang Street with people and vehicles flowing, a delicate little girl with rosy cheeks dressed in festive red clothes, with teary almond eyes, lowered her head and walked silently. The winter attire was thicker than in spring, summer, and autumn, but her slender figure appeared lonely and frail.
The girl in red had a small friend on each side holding her arm.
Qinglian, perceptive and attentive, was the first to notice Ah Zhi's low mood, glanced at Li Du who was about to speak again, and gestured him to shut up.
