The woman did not speak, nor did she turn around; she simply walked slowly forward.
Yang Cheng instinctively followed her, but strangely, no matter how he ran, he couldn't close the gap between him and the woman. She maintained the same distance, as if deliberately keeping away from him.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, and the hairband in the woman's hair was swept away, drifting gently and landing in front of Yang Cheng.
He instinctively reached out and caught the hairband.
The hairband was soft in his hand, carrying a faint warmth and an elusive floral fragrance.
The woman seemed to notice something, hesitated in her step, but didn't turn around and continued to walk forward.
Yang Cheng held the hairband and chased after her again, but didn't get too close, just followed unhurriedly behind her.
"Who are you? Where is this?"
Yang Cheng spoke again, louder than before.
