Zhang Bo's mouth fell open without him realizing it.
The next second, he hurriedly shut it again.
The wind rushed in.
It nearly squeezed the tears out of his eyes.
Even though he was a little disheveled, the smile never left his face.
It didn't even fade.
The corners of his mouth were practically reaching his ears.
Zhang Bo wanted to turn around and look at Third Brother.
Third Brother's voice had come from behind him just now.
But he didn't dare move.
From the moment he realized he was rising, he hadn't moved a muscle.
After all, he couldn't see anything.
What if he moved and fell?
Though Third Brother was there, he knew that even if he really fell, he'd be fine.
Still, it was better not to try something so dangerous.
At that moment, Zhang Bo had the strange feeling that he was suspended in midair.
He was both nervous and excited.
His nerves were wound tight.
He thought of the tightrope walkers at the circus.
The scenery before him was beautiful.
But one wrong move, and he might be doomed.
Zhang Bo lowered his eyes.
In the thick darkness of night, all he could see were scattered lights.
Soon, he raised his head again.
The vast, boundless sky soothed his frantic heartbeat a little.
Just as he thought.
Looking down was a bit too thrilling.
It wasn't that he was a coward.
The main thing was that he had no idea what kind of safety measures he had.
The unknown was the scariest thing.
He was afraid that one unnecessary movement would get him hurt.
For the sake of his own life, it was better to stay still.
Unlike Zhang Bo's extreme caution, the moment the carriage took flight, the girl's eyes