Everyone needs to relax, and everyone loves the feeling of complete relaxation.
Right now, An Ning was facing the temptation to do just that.
But deep down, she was conflicted. 'This isn't how I should be.'
But what was she supposed to be like?
An Ning tried desperately to think, but her brain felt as sluggish as a body after a full-body massage.
She couldn't remember.
An Ning was hovering at a finish line. Crossing it meant victory, but she hesitated on the edge.
When Jiang Xia found the cave, he saw An Ning lying on the ground, all alone.
"An Ning—!"
SIZZLE— The sound was accompanied by the smell of scorched flesh.
"HSSS—"
Jiang Xia sucked in a sharp breath. The palm of his hand had been burned by An Ning.
"An Ning, An Ning!"
Jiang Xia shouted her name. The more extreme the situation, the calmer he became.
He had been playing with Da Huang in the courtyard when he saw An Ning run out in a hurry. He left the courtyard and followed her.
