Jiang Kang Hua walked back to his room. He pensively saw Liu Angier sleeping on the grass. Her long hair seemed to be blown by the breeze of the night. Her sword was still in her hand.
Jiang Kang Hua smiled. He then walked over to Liu Angier's body and carried her into her arms. That petite body seemed highly light, and her delicate face was indeed that of a Goddess. Slowly, Jiang Kang Hua laid Liu Angier on his bed. After that, he looked at Liu Angier's beautiful face. He knew the intent and purpose of this little girl was to avenge her father's death. But somehow, Jiang Kang Hua felt pity, and there was pity also caring for the little girl. Yes, the little girl named Liu Angier.
