The little stoic's tone of voice was calm, but her every word rang out in everyone's minds.
Mo Lian really wanted to rush up and hug this little lady in front of him.
He truly couldn't stand this look of hers that showed indifference for the world. He couldn't stand the tall bronze and iron walls she erect around her, her entire body also covered with thorns.
He was used to seeing that lively and vivacious little lady. He had clearly already dug her out from the layers of ice and snow.
This child before his eyes truly made his heart break.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his spine was stiff.
He was already resenting the Lunisolar Shrine to the bones.
On the other end, Mu Xingchen was also thunderstruck.
This was the first time he saw the little stoic's calm fury.
In that instant, all her human emotions were buried behind that expressionless stoic face.
