Sheng Yang walked out of the door. Logically speaking, Lan Yu shouldn't have run too far.
The sun was setting, and the light gradually dimmed. There were fewer and fewer people, but she still did not see Lan Yu.
Her heartbeat gradually accelerated, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.
There was only one way out of Lan Ran's house. She walked along it until she reached the riverbank. Under a bridge, the water looked orange from the setting sun and was sparkling. Sheng Yang's amber eyes were exceptionally beautiful. At this moment, there was a faint warmth in her eyes.
Lan Yu was lying on the grass. Because he was well hidden, it was difficult to discover him. However, he was safe.
Sheng Yang walked over and sat beside him. He didn't move.
