Shen Jintang's fingers still held the warmth of the purse. She stared blankly out the window, watching as the old purse flipped in the air and fell into the dust.
That was the only old thing she kept, holding memories she couldn't bear to throw away.
For her, it was more than just a worn-out purse; it was her only connection to the past and her only solace in this unfamiliar Kyoto.
With a soft thud, the purse fell to the side of the road and was gently covered by the dust stirred up by the wind.
Shen Jintang's heart clenched suddenly, as if something had gripped it tightly.
She instinctively reached out to grab it, but only grasped at empty air.
The next moment, she leaned forward and, almost without thinking, jumped down.
"Thump—"
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground lingered in Gu Zhixing's ears.
He froze for a moment, then looked incredulously out the car window: "Are you crazy?"
Even a strong man would break his leg jumping off a speeding carriage, let alone that skinny little bean sprout.
"parking!"
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Gu Zhixing jumped out.
The bean sprout curled up on the ground, its brows furrowed in pain, yet it still clutched the purse, its color long since faded, tightly in its hand.
I hope she doesn't actually fall to her death, otherwise how will he use her to settle scores with Grand Tutor Shen?
Gu Zhixing cursed under his breath and strode forward: "Can you still get up?"
The sound faded, and there was no echo for a long time.
Gu Zhixing frowned, lowered his eyes to examine the bean sprouts closely, and saw that her chapped lips were opening and closing as if she was saying something, but she had already lost consciousness.
"I've had the worst luck imaginable!"
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