They walked here, and now they could only walk back.
Ma Zhihao had long legs and usually walked and ran with a swagger, accustomed to quick steps. Because Tang Li's pace was slow, he had to slow down.
He seldom walked like this, slowly along the roadside.
Especially on such a road, with no houses on either side, not a street.
Walking so slowly, he always felt awkward, like he was strolling with a partner...
Tang Li had a heavy heart. Seeing Ma Zhihao walking ahead occasionally looking back at her, she thought he had something urgent and said, "You go ahead, I can do it alone."
"I heard this road is unsafe, there might be escaped convicts. If you get taken hostage, it wouldn't be good." Ma Zhihao said.
Tang Li was scared upon hearing this.
She quickened her pace, catching up with Ma Zhihao.
As she picked up her speed, her limp became particularly noticeable.
Ma Zhihao glanced at her and asked, "Why is it like this?"
