She showed some hesitation, "Maybe you shouldn't go up?"
Jiang Fulai pursed his lips, lowered his gaze, and his pale pupils were always cold; he looked at her without saying a word.
He always had that refined but distant demeanor, yet his ink-dyed brows and eyes now seemed to carry a hint of accusation. Bai Lian paused, "Never mind, if you want to come up, then come up."
The Xiangcheng Building was very long, with countless steps.
It would take two hours to reach the end.
But for Bai Lian, it was as easy as walking on level ground; she could run it eight hundred times without gasping for breath.
After walking a section of the stairs, Bai Lian checked on Jiang Fulai, noting that aside from slower footsteps, his breathing was almost unchanged before she eased her mind. However, she still slowed her pace, chatting with him while walking towards the middle.
It was past five in the afternoon.
The two finally reached the top of the city wall.