Han Jing looked at him for a moment and softly said, "You're absolutely right."
Then she reminded Lan Ji to take good care of his injuries and got up to leave.
Lan Ling stared dumbfounded at Han Jing's retreating figure, blankly asking the others, "Did I say something wrong?"
An Chuxue was worried about Yun Feng, who had also been captured by that woman Han Qingjue, and was still uncertain between life and death. Although it might not be life-threatening, she was still quite upset and didn't feel like saying anything, so she got up and left.
Lan Ling could only look towards Ghost Ancestor.
Ghost Ancestor glanced at him and also got up to leave, muttering as he walked, "What is love in this world~"
Lan Ling...
What is love in this world?
Han Jing sat on the couch in front of the window of the small flower room where she often liked to sit. In her mind, the image of Su Yu gradually appeared.
