The Ridiculous Old Grudge

Zhenling sped along the mountain road at night, carrying Yimo at over a hundred kilometers per hour.

In the sweltering summer heat, the night wind whistled past their ears.

For once, they felt a little cool.

Unlike the last time they climbed up the mountain, this time they took the proper road—the one leading to New Town District-then turned onto a side road, the one vehicles used.

The route was longer than last time, but with Zhenling driving the Motorcycle so fast, they reached the Church much sooner than before.

"Sakamoto! When we go back..."

"Should we go straight down the mountain like last time?!"

As they sped along, Zhenling yelled with all her might.

Her voice was so loud that Yimo barely heard her this time. He yelled back just as loudly, "We'll think about that when we get back!"

"Don't go tempting fate with all kinds of nonsense right now!"

Zhenling's face flushed with excitement. She was seventeen, and life in Box Town had been as calm as still water, with little to stir things up.

Yet in just eleven days, she and Yimo had done so many bizarre, unbelievable things she'd never even dared to imagine.

Suddenly feeling that she had never lived so truly before, she couldn't help saying, "Okay! I'll listen to you!"

"I'll do whatever you say, Sakamoto!"

This time, though, Zhenling didn't yell. Instead, Yimo stretched his neck and shouted with all his might, asking what she had said.

Zhenling didn't repeat herself. She only blushed and smiled happily.

As they turned off the main road onto the side road, she twisted the throttle. The Motorcycle suddenly accelerated, going even faster, leaving Yimo no chance to think about anything else. He could only hold her tighter, afraid he'd be thrown off.

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