Chapter 63: Actions Faster Than the Brain

Qiao Qingyu rode forward in a daze for a while, but then she suddenly jumped off her bike, turned around, and looked back at the horse-drawn cart that was getting further and further away.

The cart was driven by a man in his forties; on the cart there was an elderly woman, and beside the old woman lay a blue quilt.

Could it be that her eyes were playing tricks on her?

She had only glanced at it briefly, but she thought she saw a pair of small red leather shoes under the blue quilt.

Qiao Qingyu had a good memory. She had seen those small red leather shoes on He Xuerong's feet, as she had helped her put them on.

And at that moment, the horse-drawn cart was reduced to almost a shadow, and even though it was against the wind, the man driving the cart seemed to be incessantly cracking his whip.

Qiao Qingyu's face turned pale, the color fluctuating uncertainly.

She tried hard to clear her thoughts.