She had never had any good memory of black leather gloves as it could only remind her of Choi Yeon Jun. Gripping to her hand, she forced herself to snap back from her fear.
"Thank you." She thanked the man who saved her. Her voice was a little shaken, but her eyes halted every feeling one-sidedly. The man who saved her didn't say a lot, he stared at her in silence and murmured before leaving.
"You ought to be careful."
Xiao Yun looked at the man's figure from behind. He wasn't speaking in a normal Chinese language, his tone was thick in an accent. A weird accent that foreigners often used.
Zhuang Huan Wu pulled his phone. "I will call the teacher, we have to report the bag that you lost and are you alright? You looked a little pale before."
"N- No. I'm alright. Let's wait for the other first before while we call for the teacher." She suggested.
