C927 Even Hell Is Still Bright

"By the way, where are we going?" Ruan Tang allowed Qiao Yihuan's cold fingers to pull him. He lazily looked at Ying Luo, whose silhouette could no longer be seen, and could only see a faint purple Jacaranda mimosifolia tree forest outside the campus.

"Where do you want to go?" Qiao Yihuan looked at him. Ruan Tang actually did not know where he wanted to go