After collecting the Beast Head Paperweight, Zhang Xiaohua came out of the Lihuo Hall and looked at the plaque that had fallen to the ground, "Lihuo Hall~." Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but think of Zhang Ping'er in Lihuo Hall at Yixiang Peak. It was a classic case of thinking of someone when seeing something related to them. "I wonder how she is feeling now?"
As soon as he thought of Zhang Ping'er, he also thought of Dream, who was waiting for him in Mo Cu Palace. Zhang Xiaohua's heart was filled with a wave of sweetness. The feeling of someone waiting for his return home was truly extraordinary. Only when one has such a concern can one understand the true meaning of it.
"Maybe, I should go back earlier." Zhang Xiaohua, who had grown accustomed to wandering, suddenly felt a homesickness like a wandering prodigal son.
