Seeing Ming Xiu like this, Xu Xiaomo felt a surge of frustration. She sneaked a glance at Beiting Huang, only to find his brow still as cold and stern as if encased in ice. He seemed to have grown even more profound than before, more inscrutable, and more frightening.
Xu Xiaomo sighed. With Yan Ye confined within the Four Directions Divine Prison, Beiting Huang had completely locked away his heart. Just now, he was worried that in ten thousand years, he might forget Yan Ye, might fall in love with another man. She feared that from now on, no one would ever be able to enter Beiting Huang's heart, not even in a hundred thousand years.
Everyone was looking at Beiting Huang at this moment. As always, he was resilient, but now with a touch of forlornness. It seemed as if he was abandoned by the world itself, without the man in the black robe embroidered with large golden spider lilies by his side. Even Beiting Huang's strong figure couldn't help but seem desolate, thin, and lonely.
