C402 Scare

The morning sun shone on Zhang Su's face. She raised her head and looked at Du Rusong holding Du Yuan's hand. The corner of her mouth curled up into a faint smile. The aura around her suddenly changed, becoming sharp, like a blooming blood-red rose. Zhang Su's figure appeared in Du Rusong's mind. He thought of many years ago, when Zhang Su was riding on a horse, holding a long whip in her hand