"Mother, I understand!" Feng Cang nodded, "You and father rest assured! I will take care of Qingqing and cure my own disease!"
After sending away Feng Xie and Wanyan Mingyue, Murong Qiqi leant on Feng Cang's chest. By now, it was getting late, the wind was slightly cold, Feng Cang's arms were around Murong Qiqi's waist, gently smelling her hair's fragrance.
Today, they had experienced too many things. No matter what, Wanyan Mingyue was unharmed, and she could continue to live happily with Feng Xie, this was a great thing. And the last words of Wanyan Mingyue was also what Feng Cang and Murong Qiqi needed to consider recently.
In the civilian houses of the Capital City, Xia Xue put the information about Bai Yiyue and Su Mei in front of Misha, only a few thin sheets of paper, but it took several days to find them all.
"Why is there so little?" Misha frowned slightly, not satisfied with Xia Xue's performance.
