C62 Misfortune of good intentions

Yun Qianliang had never thought that there would come a day when she would run away with Song Shujin.

With the whistling cold wind in her ears and the wind blowing through her hair, along with the corner of her cloak and clothes, she wrinkled her nose and then frowned as the wind was filled with the scent of the Agarwood on his body.

He tugged at her elbow, hard, as if to crush her bones