With a light snap,
black leather shoes stepped into a muddy puddle, splashing water in all directions.
Yet Mo Xingye paid it no heed, hurrying along the post-rain alley.
"Lin Xing was captured by New Country?"
"But I saw him at home before I left this morning..."
All sorts of doubts, worries, and tensions flared in her heart as she hurried back to her dormitory.
But as she approached the dorm building, Mo Xingye slowed down.
She carefully scoped out the surroundings, and only after confirming there was no ambush did she brave her way to her own room.
With a beep of a card swipe, the door was quickly pushed open.
Mo Xingye swiftly scanned the small room, her gaze finally stopping on the man lying midair, relaxing her a bit.
The man floated, as if lying on air itself, his face showing keen interest in the screen of a tablet computer, seemingly engrossed in some extremely fascinating content.
