Meeting Zhao Yali Again

The woman wore several layers of torn clothes, also colored with the pigments, covering herself up securely. She held a pistol and murmured as she walked, “Lao Huang, it’s so dangerous outside. Why did you ask me to come out? If there’s nothing important, I’ll beat you up.”

Luo Yuan felt a sense of déjà vu, as he witnessed the scene.

The woman was just a little taller than the beast’s calf. It could have stomped on her by accident, yet its tongue hung and its tail wagged as it lowered itself to pander to her, under her nagging.

The beast stopped and howled towards where Luo Yuan was.

The woman’s gaze followed and landed on Luo Yuan. She was stunned, not even noticing that her pistol had fallen on the ground as her lips quivered, “Xiao Yuan.”

Nobody called him Xiao Yuan anymore now, not even the oldest Huo Dong in his group. The familiar voice put Luo Yuan in a state of trance; unsure as he uttered, “Sister Yali?”