When he heard her say this, all the coldness disappeared from Si Mobai's face. It was as if winter had turned to spring. "That's good, then."
Feng Tianlan felt like this man was nothing like the Wargod of the legends, who was supposed to be cold, cruel, and icier than an iceberg. Instead, he had mood swings as extreme as the weather in June—fair and sunny in one moment, then dark and cloudy the next.
After eating, the two of them sat in the courtyard. Feng Tianlan looked around and found nothing but pine trees. The faint smell of pinecones was in the air.
"So, what's going on outside now?" Feng Tianlan asked. She had been seriously injured the day before. While her external injuries were more or less healed, the internal injuries were very severe and still needed more time to heal completely.
