She had angered him again.
Long Xinghe couldn't help but feel helpless himself.
Feng Wuya left with a cold air enveloping him.
Jiang Tao had actually been guarding the yard the whole time, and though he didn't intend to eavesdrop, he vaguely heard their conversation.
Of course, it wasn't entirely unintentional; he did want to listen in a bit.
After all, these two individuals.
Their mistress was highly ambitious, and after her disfigurement, the matter of romance had come down to nothing more than helping others.
As long as Prince Wuya was happy, she could give up her own lifelong happiness.
Yet Prince Wuya seemed not to know what he wanted either.
In any case, both of them clearly had feelings for each other, but just, missed by that tiny bit.
Just, a tiny bit.
But no one knew how to bridge that tiny gap.
"Master, the Prince doesn't want you to leave, you can stay..."
"What would I stay for?"
