No one knew how long Yuan Mengru had been searching, nor how many times she had passed the place where Wang Zhan had previously been.
But there were no clues, no scent, no sign of that familiar figure.
"Meng Ru..."
"Wang Zhan?"
Yuan Mengru's face lit up with joy. She quickly turned her head, and then her expression suddenly froze. The burning flame in her eyes turned once more into unmelting ice.
It was Chu Yuming.
Actually, her relationship with Chu Yuming was quite good, though no one knew it.
Their two families had been allies for generations, and they themselves got along quite well. However, Yuan Mengru had no romantic intentions toward Chu Yuming, and he felt the same way about her.
So, they had tacitly chosen different Martial Arts Academies to express their lack of mutual interest.
At this moment, Chu Yuming was also covered in mud, looking utterly disheveled. Even his perpetually neat and straight clothes were now as tattered as the emperor's new clothes.
