Yue Jiaojiao raised her head to look at him.
His expression was serious, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. He was a little nervous.
Yue Jiaojiao silently sighed.
Zhao Zhan had good intentions, and the decision he was making now was all for her.
"I guess you can go..." Yue Jiaojiao took a deep breath, stood on her tiptoes, and ruffled Zhao Zhan's hair. "But going to Bei City from here, and especially with that group of westerner merchants… you'll have to protect yourself well.
"Of course."
Zhao Zhan's throat was stuck.
He hadn't left yet, but he had already begun to miss, worry, and think about his lover.
"There's still some time before you set off. Let's talk about this later," Yue Jiaojiao's lips curled into a smile. She held Zhao Zhan's face with both hands and rubbed it. "There's no point in being sad now, okay?"
Zhao Zhan nodded obediently.
