Zuo Hancheng's words were exactly the answer he gave J, who immediately let go of Anhao's hand.
Anhao stared in Zuo Hancheng's direction. Although his gaze was cold, perhaps he blamed her for leaving his sight because of Zuo Yue, but no matter what, the place she missed the most was where Zuo Hancheng was.
Even if he was the rage of the heavens, even if she died, she would die by his side, not by the hands of these strangers.
Anhao's feet moved slowly. For the first time in her life, she felt that the road ahead was so long that she almost lost her patience.
Actually, it was only seven or eight meters. She was very weak now and walked very quickly, but she was still very slow.
