Fu Shang gritted his teeth and ran with his tiny legs. The cloak on his body fluttered in the wind and the White shawl draped over his body. He was like a white butterfly that had fallen into the darkness, struggling to fly into the vast sky.
The last ray of light faded.
Only darkness remained in the sky.
The dark night covered this ancient medieval city with a shamelessness coat. Under the layers of darkness were endless sins.
The footsteps behind him gradually receded.
Fu Shang's tensed heart relaxed a little, but he did not stop walking. His tense nerves did not relax.
She had to escape from this alley.
Only then would they have a chance of survival.
She had heard a name from the two drunkards, but she didn't know if it was Jessica or something. They said that if this matter didn't work out, she would definitely be angry.
Hearing this, Fu min could more or less guess that the two drunkards were ordered by someone to harm her.