"It's good that you're back." Zheng Shihong murmured faintly, his voice heavy with exhaustion and barely audible.
He didn't dare step into her cave for fear of seeing her disgust and resistance to him.
He could die, but he could never look into her pair of pure and clear eyes that would look at him with disgust and resistance. He would go crazy.
Xiu Wanxue was puzzled. What did this man want?
She took out the herbal plants and pill cauldron, preparing to make new pills to sharpen her knowledge before the competition in the in the next two weeks that was about to be held.
Couldn't blame her for not understanding his attitude toward her because all of her good and real memories of him and the other men were erased by the mysterious force.
Zheng Shihong didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned his body away, hiding his pale and bloodless face.
