C135 What Is the Truth(1)

Jin Huang'ao held Meng Xiwei's hand and ran all the way. The early autumn breeze was blowing on people's bodies, making them feel very itchy and comfortable.

It was not until Meng Xiwei could not run anymore and gently pulled Jin Huang'ao that he stopped.

Meng Xiwei held her foot and squatted casually by the roadside. The heels of her high heels were very thin and coupled with the running