C55 A Tearful Girl(24)

The sound of weak breathing was intermittent, for fear that it would stop halfway through, and the light syllables slipped through the air on the skateboard, so that they could not be heard clearly, and required a great deal of concentration in order to barely grasp some of it.

Wai Heng did not loosen his brows from the beginning to the end. Instead, he squeezed tighter and tighter