Yun Hen slightly pursed his lips. He knew that Fuyao had realized he was injured, yet she not only refrained from mentioning it but also remembered to protect his dignity while offering to help in the fight. She... seemed to have changed a bit.
In his memory, Fuyao was always valiant and straightforward, despite also having a delicate and sensitive side, but now there seemed to be a deeper sense of solemnity and consideration.
Was it because of... the experiences in Zhan Nancheng?
The identity of the Empress Dawan had now spread throughout the world, and Yun Hen had also heard about it. No matter how peaceful the official version seemed, any discerning person could guess the hardships within. He glanced at Meng Fuyao, and in that glance, a thousand words were exchanged.
The nearly heartbroken look in his eyes made Meng Fuyao's heart tremble; she hurriedly looked away and pointed her black dagger directly at the lean Wolf Tamer man.
