บท 122: Chapter 122: Are You Tired of Living?

His friend knew to keep things light and immediately took a group away.

Han Qi leaned against the car smoking, not approaching immediately. From his angle, Nan Jiaojiao was sideways to him. The sharp mountain breeze funnelled through her blouse collar, puffing it out like a small sail. Her ponytail was tied high, a few strands of hair by her temples fluttered about, some naively flying towards her eyes. She squinted slightly, and under the faint play of light and shadow, her face was stunningly beautiful.

Han Qi took a deep drag of his cigarette, snuffed it out, and walked over with a leather jacket, draping it over her shoulders.

"The mountain wind is chilly, don't catch a cold on the way back."

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a faint look, always feeling like a weasel greeting a chicken for the New Year.

"Want to have a go? I'll take you?"