Henan was happy to meet the village people on her birthday.
She forgot all her sufferings too, now she was completely contented.
Wan Hu was quite sad to know that she was going to Huangshan Mountain for six months.
"My king, it is not six years, I am only going for six months," Henan felt the sadness.
"For me, it is six centuries you little creature," he snapped a finger on her nose which was surprising for Henan.
Since she was heading there tomorrow, he might not be able to excuse and meet her, he looked around and extended his hand and grabbed her from her waist then softly hugged her.
She was caught off guard.
It was another sudden voltage.
She could feel his soft breaths on her shoulder.
His stature was overbearing for her fragile body.
"Wan'er," she spoke and her voice slightly quivered.
