Luo Qingzhou did not dare to reject her.
He could only turn back.
When he walked to the vendor selling candied hawthorns and took out silver taels, the girl turned her head slightly and stole a glance at him. Then, she continued to look at the wall in front of her with a cold expression.
"Buy… four skewers."
Luo Qingzhou decided to tease her.
He took four sticks of candied hawthorn and strode away without calling her.
After walking for a distance, a familiar chill suddenly attacked him and instantly enveloped his entire body.
A chill ran down his spine, and his neck itched…
He stopped and looked back.
However, the cold girl was no longer under that roof. No one knew where she had gone.
Luo Qingzhou froze. After circling, he realized that the girl was silently standing on his right like a ghost. It was as if she had never left the spot beside him earlier.
Luo Qingzhou was at a loss for words.