"..." Song Qingqing was confused. She had just raised her head when she saw the scholar rushing towards her.

Song Qingqing continued to pretend she couldn't move, letting him pounce on her.

Fortunately, the latter was just testing the waters. Seeing that Song Qingqing hadn't moved an inch, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Just as he was about to continue on his way, he suddenly noticed the ribbon around Song Qingqing's neck.

Beneath that ribbon, something seemed to be shimmering.

However, that only lasted for a moment.

To make sure he wasn't mistaken, the pale-faced scholar reached out and yanked Song Qingqing's neck, tearing the ribbon apart.

A glaring pattern appeared in his eyes.

He was startled, stumbled backward, and fell to the ground.

At the same time, he kept muttering, "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back...

What's impossible?

Please explain yourself clearly.

Song Qingqing watched helplessly as the pale-faced scholar fled in fright simply because he had looked at her neck.

Finally, he stopped pretending, got up, dusted himself off, put the ribbon back on, and went home full of questions.

When I got back to Huanle Street, it was already 2 a.m.

Song Guoqiang, Kong Erniu, Kong Rong, the unlucky guy, and so on, none of them slept.

When she returned, everyone rushed out, chattering about whether Song Qingqing was alright.

Kong Rong choked up upon seeing Song Qingqing.

"Qingqing, from now on I'm yours."

"Get lost!"