"Xuehui!" Jiang Yao yelled out after entering the field. "Wen Xuehui!"
Then, a soft female voice echoed from a far corner, "Jiang Yao, I'm over here. Come!"
The voice was vague and ambiguous perhaps due to the far distance, yet Jiang Yao stopped abruptly at the same spot.
Her first instinct told her that it was not Wen Xuehui's voice.
She and Wen Xuehui went way back. They were together most of the time, so how could she not recognize Wen Xuehui's voice?
As the sound of running getting closer and closer towards her, Jiang Yao immediately turned around and quickly ran towards the direction she had come from earlier.
"D*mn it! She ran away!" The serenity of the night sky was interrupted by the loud curses, followed by the more urgent and heavier footsteps.