Mu Rong Xu grew anxious thinking about the seniors of the clan. Hoping that a change in scenery would give her anxious heart a break, she brought Qin Wushuang to walk to the outside and have a taste of the northern scenery the Floating Snow House.
After having walked for several hours, Mu Rong Xu's mood had become slightly better. She said with a faint smile, "Brother Qin, happiness is truly simple. As long as I don't have to see the faces I dislike, I am in a much better mood."
"Xu'Er, one day those faces will change. Please believe in me," he promised. Qin Wushuang had never been so full of confidence as the present moment.
He felt that this was his mission, a holy mission!
