Beijing.
After leaving Maria Catholic Church, Avril walked straight to a car outside. Accompanied by the roaring of the engine, the red Porsche sped through the streets like a bolt of lightning, attracting numerous gazes from around.
Avril seemed indifferent to the attention, weaving through the traffic, prompting some drivers to honk furiously and shout angrily.
After about ten minutes, Avril finally parked the car and got out, her gaze falling on a recently repaired wooden bridge not far away and the babbling stream below, her eyes showing a hint of complex emotion.
This was the place where she had met Lu Tianxing for the second time last night. For some reason, she had inexplicably driven here tonight.
Slowly walking onto the wooden bridge, she scanned the familiar surroundings, recalling the events of the previous night. A more complex expression appeared on her elegantly beautiful face as she stared ahead blankly, walking forward like a puppet without uttering a word.
