"Keep your voice down," Meng Nian muttered under his breath, only half aware of Ruihuang glancing over at the sound of his voice. "We're not sightseeing."
[Pfft, grumpy as ever. You should be thrilled, this is top-tier drama. Blood, betrayal, a creepy ex waiting in a haunted building. Peak content...you know.]
He ignored her.
The road stretched long ahead of them, the midday sun hanging high and still. Wind dragged dust across the broken sidewalks.
A few carcasses of abandoned vehicles lay sunken into overgrown gutters, long since stripped of anything useful.
Ruihuang whistled low under his breath, gaze scanning the terrain.
"If it weren't for the end-of-the-world vibe, I'd say this place was peaceful."
Qingran didn't respond.
Her eyes were locked ahead, every sense sharpened. She could feel the pull in her chest, like a taut string stretched between her and Boran. She hadn't seen him since she got reborn , but the memories were sharp enough to sting.
