Daughter of the Forsaken Path Chapter 147

midnight.

Flynn came out of the room, went outside, and ran around the river.

There was nowhere for him to get dry qi, and he ran a dozen laps lifelessly, and didn’t stop until he was exhausted.

He was sitting on the lawn by the river, his clothes wrinkled by the wind, hot sweat rolled off his forehead, and went all the way down the cheekbones under the collarbone.

The shirt behind the boy’s broad shoulders was also soaked with sweat, and his chest was undulating rapidly.