He Su had once encountered danger in the mountains, and it was precisely that incident that was saved by the cinnabar youth, which then led to the following series of events. She held a deep respect for the untamed hills and rivers, and heeding Aunt Zhao's advice, she didn't dare to act recklessly.
However, though she stayed at the bottom of the mountain, her thoughts had long since flown far away with the Phoenix Blood.
After worrying about him for many days, she finally got to see him, even if he did not spare her even a glance from the corner of his eye, her heart was still filled with joy.
"Aunt Zhao, can we go any faster? This time we must keep up, we absolutely can't lose him again!"
As He Su spoke like this, Aunt Zhao sighed. In her view, Phoenix Blood was blissfully unaware of his good fortune, and her own owner's madness was indeed worrisome.
