The moment the car passed by, Song Ran suddenly shouted: "Hey!"

Her voice was drowned in the noisy voices and languages ​​of the other end of the whistle, and neither he nor his companions looked back.

"Hey!" she cried again, but he still didn't hear it.

She was so anxious that she stretched out of the window and shouted suddenly:

"Ah Zan!"

Now, he turned around and was a little confused.

As if God was helping her, the car suddenly stopped temporarily, and he was a few steps away from her.

She quickly took off her mask and headscarf, reached out to him, and shouted, "A Zan!"

He looked at her for two seconds in confusion, but still smiled slightly, and took two steps forward and reached out to her.

She grabbed it hard, wearing black half-finger combat gloves on his hand, the leather fabric was soft, and his palms were hot and sweaty.

He briefly shook her hands and let go. At that moment, the bus suddenly started, but she refused to grab his wrist reflexively, but pulled a red rope from his hand.

He was stunned for a moment, trying to step forward and grab the rope back, but the car had separated the two and drove through the second internal level.

Song Ran was also stunned. When she came to her senses, she could no longer see anyone else. There was only a red rope protecting peace lying quietly in her hands, with the heat in his hands.

It was June 3rd, ten after 3:00 p.m.

Looking back later, the day she met Li Zan was an ordinary day.
Chapter completed!