Xiao Xiang was crying earnestly, and she intentionally lowered her voice, making it hoarse, so it sounded completely unlike her usual voice.
Nu Jian carried the pretending-to-be-unconscious An Xiaomian, bowing his head as he walked forward. Xiao Xiang tried to shield An Xiaomian's body beside him. The three of them seemed like a real family; it also seemed like ordinary parents were worried about their daughter's health, as they ran quickly outside.
Shangguan Xiu glanced again, looking at the narrow path.
Then, he saw that couple who had just appeared. At this moment, the man was carrying a woman with pink hair, dressed in a loose cotton jacket, and wearing a mask. The woman from before was following beside, carrying a lunchbox, crying as she walked.
They looked like a family of three.
