"Oh?" Jiang Guangrong was intrigued by Miyamoto Shigeru's words. He lifted his head, setting his hands on the ground, and looked at Miyamoto Shigeru. "Do you still have your idealized Prince Charming?"
"No."
Jiang Guangrong lay back on the ground. He no longer wanted to speak with Miyamoto Keiko. Every word from Miyamoto Keiko was too hurtful. Jiang Guangrong felt that if he continued talking with Miyamoto Keiko, he would be killed by her.
Miyamoto suddenly stood up.
Jiang Guangrong shrank his neck: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to find some wet grass and leaves," Miyamoto Shigeru said lightly.
"Why?"
