The dark, towering figure was gradually swallowed by the black snowy night, vanishing into the clouds and mist, to be seen no more.
It was a battle that ultimately belonged to him, and how he longed to have a grand wedding with her, but he had to wait until everything was over before he could peacefully come to marry her.
When Lu Xiao reached the entrance of the alley, he saw several figures standing in the distance.
After meeting up, they all left with him.
These were all former soldiers who had retired from the army, each skilled in combat.
…
Lu Xiao didn't immediately send a message to Wen Xian.
Even though he missed her terribly, he was more afraid that she would ask where he was and whether he had returned.
How should he reply then…?
To say that he had left for Qinghai…?
He couldn't bring himself to say it.
Moreover, Qinghai was still hiding dangers, though he had set traps, he still worried she might follow him.
