"Mmm."
The smile on Emperor Chloe's face instantly became brilliant!
King White raised his hand, gently scraping across her forehead, wiping away a bit of dirt.
"I have to go."
Emperor Chloe had been here for too long, and although Lucas Wells was dead, she still had to return.
She couldn't stay here forever.
King White didn't try to keep her; such a woman couldn't be bound by anyone.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Emperor Chloe looked at him with some expectation.
"Be careful."
King White was a very rational and calm person, maintaining his composure for anything and anyone!
Even if the sky were to collapse, he wouldn't be moved in the slightest.
Perhaps such a person would never be emotionally moved by anyone in his life.
Emperor Chloe didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and in the end, she ran over, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his smooth face.
"I'm leaving."
Emperor Chloe turned and left, as if fleeing in panic.
