Guisu had long legs, much longer than Baili Xia's. For every step he took, she had to take two, utterly exhausting her.
Apparently, Guisu also realized how hard she was struggling to keep up, and he finally stopped, looking at her, "Why are you following me?"
"Nothing, I just want to check your hand," Baili Xia panted.
Guisu's expression darkened, and he instinctively moved his right hand behind his back.
He hated when people looked at his right hand; he did not use it much anymore.
It was not just because he could not use it, but because his right hand was a source of shame for him.
The woman he had trusted for so many years had ruthlessly injured him to save her own life.
Though he wanted to find her, it was only to repay a debt; there were absolutely no residual feelings.
He was not foolish enough to still believe that she had any feelings for him.
