She was a short-haired woman in a gray tracksuit, with a pair of sharp eyes that were extremely rare even among men, carrying an intimidating fierceness, and at over 1.7 meters tall with a model's figure, she exuded an overwhelming presence.
Her face was very ordinary, but her eyes were exceptionally striking.
She stared intently at Musheng, her sharp gaze flashing with shock and suspicion, tensing her entire body.
As Musheng glanced at her and then indifferently turned his head away, a sigh of relief quietly escaped her, and she relaxed.
It wasn't that person, that person was already dead, how could they still be alive.
Recently, she had indeed been on edge for too long, mistaking any random person on the street for that one.
She slowed her somewhat quickened heartbeat, and after one last look at Musheng, seeing a girl in a purple floral dress excitedly waving at her in the distance, Musheng smiled and waved back.
It really wasn't her.