Meng Chuyue had only prepared light-colored, long clothing for Fu Song to change into.
She herself, under the broad daylight, lacked the courage to change as a young lady.
Nor was it necessary, as she was about to tumble in the coal heap.
The reason she bought herself two sets of clothes was for wearing after arriving in Hai City.
The clothes in her space were too trendy, not suitable for showing before handing over Fu Song, for the clever Fu Song would suspect something.
Meng Chuyue brought Fu Song to the stack of bricks, and just as she was about to hand him the clothes, she unexpectedly saw a person leaning against a stack.
A young man, injured in the leg and listlessly leaning against the stack of bricks.
She was startled, frantically examining the other's face, and took another huge fright.
Could it really be Shen Ci?
Why was Shen Ci here?
Except for a slightly cleaner face, everywhere else on his body was black as coal—had he come from the coal mines?