"Whoosh whoosh whoosh" Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside.
It was loud and getting closer.
Song Weiyi looked at Pei Yibai in confusion, as if it was the sound of a propeller. An airplane, perhaps?
Seeing that Pei Yibai had an indifferent expression, and that the priest kept smiling at them, Song Weiyi felt more and more that the atmosphere here was odd.
Eventually distracted by the noise outside, Song Weiyi bit her lip and looked at him again, but he ignored her.
Her tightly clenched hands slowly relaxed, the sound of rotating wings grew louder, and gusts of wind blew through the entrance.
Song Weiyi's hair became disheveled, fluttering upwards with the wind. She couldn't care about Pei Yibai anymore and suddenly lifted her skirt, running toward the entrance.
The fiery red skirt fluttered in the wind with Song Weiyi, like a bright maple leaf drifting outside.
Song Weiyi finally made it outside along the red carpet.
