Then, that time on the water. A helping hand. Meng Fuyao's long hair graceful floated on the surface of the water with her graceful movements. The moment they made eye contact, Zong Yue's heart stopped as it reminded him of his childhood friend. Emotions he could not understand rushed up as he threw away his very important waistband just so he could quickly escape.
Whether he left back then, the wheel of fate had already started to spin. They had once again met at the Wuji Red Stone Hill where she had stopped and robbed with him her half-assed martial arts.
Suddenly, Zong Yue wanted her to stay. And so, he used an excuse to make her stay as a maid.
