One hundred and five, Gu Chen, he must not have an accident! _1

Ji Pianran persisted tirelessly in following behind.

After all, she was a woman.

Whether it was endurance or speed, she clearly couldn't match up to the two men.

Soon she fell behind, but she clenched her teeth, unwilling to give up.

Sweat dampened the wisps of hair on her forehead.

They fell in large drops.

The early spring season carried a chill, and with each breath, a stabbing pain shot through her nostrils.

Her throat felt as if it were on fire, with a fierce, acrid taste.

It was truly unbearable.

Ji Pianran touched her face.

Her already fair skin had become even more delicate from the sweat.

Her pace had noticeably slowed down.

But still, not admitting defeat, she continued forward.

Just now, she had clearly seen the two men enter an alley not far ahead.

She had to go in.

She had to find her Gu Chen!

Gu Chen, he must not have an accident!

At the narrow end of the alley.

Ma Huan was confronting Gu Chen, neither willing to concede.