Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

In fact,

Even Shen Mingchao himself couldn't say where he was going.

Shen Mingchao dragged her suitcase aimlessly along the road leaving Yucun. San San, in her cat carrier, meowed every now and then, probably sensing her bad mood and trying to comfort her.

Upon learning of this, her only thought was to leave; it seemed to be an instinct that drove her away from the people and things that caused her pain.

Driven by this impulse, she has persevered until now, but once that drive wore off, she looked at the crowds of people coming and going and felt only confusion in her heart.

Where is she going?

It was only then that Shen Mingchao realized that his connection with this strange world came entirely from them.

In other words, she has no home of her own in this world.

So, where is she going?

Shen Mingchao had been thinking about this question so much that even the sounds around her became blurred, until a familiar male voice rang in her ears, pulling her wandering thoughts back.

"Ming Dynasty? It really is you! What's wrong with you? Your face is stiff like a block of frozen tofu. What are you doing standing there in the street, spacing out?"

That sarcastic tone—it's definitely Liu Sang's.

Oh right, I remember now.

This person said a few days ago that he had finished his work and planned to visit Yucun after the New Year.

I didn't expect them to act so quickly.

"Why aren't you answering? What happened?"

Liu Sang frowned; he could clearly hear Shen Mingchao's rapid heartbeat. The latter didn't seem to have engaged in strenuous exercise, so setting aside physiological factors, it could only mean that Shen Mingchao's emotions were fluctuating greatly, yet his face was cold and sullen, and his entire being exuded a low-pressure atmosphere. Having ruled out excitement and tension, it could only be anger.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and there aren't many people on the streets. Shen Mingchao is dragging a suitcase, and he even brought his cat along. It's obvious that there's something wrong with him.

He pressed further, "Did you have a fight with someone? Who made you angry? Or did someone bully you? Why were you forced to leave alone on the first day of the Lunar New Year? And they didn't even stop you? What about your idol? Didn't he care either?"

At this point, Liu Sang took the situation personally, and roared in fury, "They're scum! Come with me, I'm sharp-tongued, I'll curse them to death for you!"

He reached out and grabbed the handle of his suitcase, but instead of pulling it, he stumbled due to the momentum.

"......"

A little awkward.

Liu Sang coughed to cover his embarrassment, then said, "It's fine if you don't want to go, but if you don't tell me exactly what happened, I can still curse them to death online."

Looking at this face, Shen Mingchao couldn't help but think of Wang Can.

Zhang Haixia and Wang Can were not seen in those images, so it seems that these two souls were unaffected. Judging from their previous reactions, the former was aware of the situation but did not report it, while the latter genuinely did not know.

As for Liu Sang, it's quite dramatic. He's even in the picture, but he doesn't seem to know what that means, nor has he conspired with Wu Xie and the others. He just treats it as a conditioned reflex for men.

She wouldn't take her anger out on outsiders for no reason.

Shen Mingchao sighed, dodging Liu Sang's outstretched hand, and even took two steps back to create distance. His tone was somewhat distant: "Didn't you come to see Zhang Qilan? Yucun is not far ahead. I've sent you the exact location. You can go now, don't worry about me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave, but Liu Sang was quick and stepped forward, blocking her way.

Shen Mingchao cursed inwardly.

What the hell? Are these people reincarnations of roadblocks? They all seem to love blocking her way.

"Zhang Qiyu?" Liu Sang was shocked. Since the day they met, Shen Mingchao had always called him his idol, but now he was so indifferent as to call him by his full name. Liu Sang couldn't help but wonder.

"Did you have a fight with your idol? But that doesn't make sense. Given his personality, why would he argue with you?"

Although Liu Sang and Zhang Qilan had never met, he had already learned about Zhang Qilan's character from other people's accounts. He was a mild-mannered person who rarely lost his temper, let alone towards Shen Mingchao.

Thinking of this, Liu Sang came up with another mischievous idea. After hesitating for a long time, he stammered, "Could it be that someone confessed their feelings to you, and you couldn't accept it?"

"......Oh."

Shen Mingchao discovered that people can actually laugh when they're speechless. She really wanted to slam a suitcase on Liu Sang's head right now!

Tolerable or unbearable.

Shen Mingchao grabbed the whistle chain on the other man's chest, pulled him close, and jerked him down sharply. Meeting Liu Sang's surprised gaze, she said, word by word,

"Stop with your nonsense. If you're not feeling well, go to the hospital. Besides, do you enjoy meddling in other people's business? What I do is none of your concern!"

"Yes," Liu Sang stubbornly raised his head, "We're sympathizers!"

"That's not the case anymore!"

After saying that, Shen Mingchao pushed the person away.

But after taking only two steps, the man unexpectedly caught up with her again, grabbing her sleeve from behind and whispering, "Wait, where are you going?"

No, she was wrong. What roadblock reincarnation? It was clearly a leech!

A surge of anger welled up inside me.

Without a word, Shen Mingchao turned around and dragged Liu Sang into a secluded alley. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she gripped Liu Sang's neck tightly, pressing down so hard that he couldn't move.

The light at the alley entrance was blocked by the high wall, and in the dim light, Liu Sang looked like a dehydrated fish that had been put into a pot.

At first, it struggled fiercely, then gradually calmed down, and finally, it was completely cooked through.

Seeing this, Shen Mingchao sneered, leaned close to Liu Sang's ear, and breathed on his earlobe, his cool breath carrying a hint of seduction.

"Come on, tell me, what did you see?"

"I...you...uh!"

My vision is out of focus.

At this moment, Liu Sang couldn't say a word.

After Shen Mingchao finally let go, he could only let himself slowly slide to the ground.

Shen Mingchao said coldly, "See? This is why I'm leaving. Didn't you come here for Zhang Qilan's sake, Yucun? Then go find him and don't bother me, understand?"

"Bang!"

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers could be heard not far away.

Liu Sang utterly detests fireworks. He has excellent hearing and a more acute and sensitive ability to detect sounds than most people, and the noise of fireworks causes his eardrums to ache, which is why he also hates the New Year.

In the past, he would simply draw the curtains, put on his headphones, and shut himself away at home, never going out during the Lunar New Year.

But this time, he booked the tickets on a whim.

Who was he doing this for?

As his blurred vision gradually cleared, Liu Sang stared intently at Shen Mingchao's departing figure. Suddenly, a sense of panic washed over him, and amidst the deafening sound of fireworks, he heard his own voice.

"No, that's not how it is."

"I came to Yucun not to see Zhang Qilan, but because of our promise to each other tomorrow."

"I came here to see you."