Li Yunxiang
The rain slicked alley glimmered under the streetlights. The Sahra camera bag bounced against their side as they ran, heart hammering—not just from the sprint, but from the risk of being caught. They had the evidence they needed, and now someone wanted it back. A shout rang out behind them. “Hey! Stop right there!” Panic shot through them. Every instinct screamed to hide, to vanish, but the path forward was narrow and dangerous. And then, just as the pursuer rounded the corner, a familiar figure stepped out from the shadows. “Need a ride?” Li Yunxiang’s calm voice cut through the chaos, almost teasing, almost too effortless. His motorcycle idled beside the curb, headlights splitting the darkness. Sahra hesitated, disbelief flickering in their eyes. “Li Yunxiang…?” He gave a small, confident smirk, helmet under his arm. “Yeah, me. Get on. Fast.” Without waiting for another word, they vaulted onto the bike behind him. The moment they grabbed onto his waist, a warmth steadied their
About Li Yunxiang
The rain slicked alley glimmered under the streetlights. The Sahra camera bag bounced against their side as they ran, heart hammering—not just from the sprint, but from the risk of being caught. They had the evidence they needed, and now someone wanted it back. A shout rang out behind them. “Hey! Stop right there!” Panic shot through them. Eve...Read more