Damn it!
Feeling his unusual emotions, Leng Zimo cursed silently in his heart.
He actually desired a girl who cried in the graveyard, a girl whose face he hadn't even seen, merely from a glance at her back!
He must be insane!
Turning around abruptly, Leng Zimo strode away from the bushes and ran to the nearby creek. He scooped up the icy creek water and washed his face several times, finally suppressing that strange emotion.
He raised his hand, wiping the droplets off his face, and let out a long sigh.
Suddenly standing up again, he walked back towards the bushes.
A woman who could make him lose his composure, he at least wanted to see what she looked like.
By the bushes, there was no longer any sign of her.
Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow as he looked down the path, where he saw a tall woman hurrying down the hill, her fitted black suit highlighting her slender yet graceful figure.
