C132 The Legend of the Plum and Bamboo Horse

Only after sprinting up the river bank did Luo Xiaojing dare to look back.

The river breeze blew her messy hair and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead. She raised her head to look, only to see two tall and straight figures not chasing after her. They were only a pedestrian and a couple observing the scene in groups of twos and threes