Xia Ningxing's heart skipped a beat.
Could it really be such a coincidence? This young boy's sister was also named Xia Ningxing, sharing both her name and surname!
Moreover, the girl who was bitten to death by the wild beast just now, could she be the sister he was talking about?
As if to confirm her speculation, the boy was already running towards her from not far away.
The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing coarse hemp clothes, with his dark hair tied up high and secured with a rough little wooden stick.
It was another ancient costume.
Xia Ningxing frowned slightly, feeling that something was not quite right.
As expected, the boy quickly closed the distance between them in just a few strides.
