It was in the second watch of the night, a plea for aid in pink.
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"That, that's not Third Brother!" Lian Shouxin looked carefully and also revealed a surprised expression.
While they were speaking, the carriage had already passed by them, and after traveling another ten yards along the main road, it turned into the village street and headed into the village.
After a while, Lian Shouli finally caught up with them.
"Old Fourth..." Lian Shouli stopped, panting heavily. He was still dressed in the same clothes he had left home in; his face was flushed from running, sweat had soaked his hair, and he seemed to be radiating heat.
"Third Brother, let's talk inside the house," Lian Shouxin had many urgent questions for Lian Shouli, but he still hurried to get Lian Shouli indoors. It was cold outside, and Lian Shouli, having sweated profusely and suddenly ceased his vigorous exercise, was susceptible to catching a cold.