Yun Bilu's movements were especially gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting Huang yize.
She felt her heart throbbing in pain. She wanted to cry when she saw his injuries.
Her mind was filled with the image of Huang yize protecting her. He was always unwilling to say sweet words, but he would always protect her during crucial moments. She didn't regret avenging Huang yize. After all, she was now in charge of the central camp and had the support of many citizens from the Black Dragon Gang.
Even if Huang yize was angry and wanted to deal with her, he would have to think twice.
Furthermore, if he had really considered Huang yize, he wouldn't have made a move on her.
However, if Huang minglin didn't care about his son's opinion, Yun Bilu didn't have to be polite either.
Thinking about how a person like Huang minglin would faint from anger, she felt a sense of relief.
Her only worry was whether Huang yize would blame her when he woke up.
