However, at this moment, thinking of Zhener, her steps grew faster and faster, she ran like the wind, her cloak trailed behind her, her hair flying in the wind, her shoes almost coming off.,Wen Xue Luo instinctively wanted to dodge, but Zi was indeed weak, moving slowly.,He lowered his head, gazing at the ground. His gaze was fixed on a hairpin he wore in his hair.。