She didn't see wrongly; she didn't see wrongly. The person standing on the city wall was her, it was Ye Jian! It was really her!
Ye Zhixiang was scared stiff. Her hands and feet trembled as she stared at the frozen figure. She didn't know that the audience had already walked away. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
Sun Yaozu, who was walking behind her, didn't know what was happening. His wife didn't leave after a long time. He urged her impatiently, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and move!"
The crowd at the back urged her, "Can the lady in front please move?"
Ye Zhixiang didn't know how she walked out. When she woke up, she was already standing by the side of the street. She raised her head and looked at her husband. Then, she looked around, and finally, her gaze landed on the city tower.
