The Little Meatball had bound her to him, making it impossible for her and the man not to be tightly connected.
Alright, as long as the venting is done.
Her capriciousness had its limits.
Now, it's time to stop.
She had been out for almost two hours; if she didn't go back, she might really be discovered by him again.
"Thank you, Fei Han."
Fei Han had a smile in his eyes: "If you ever need anything, just come find me here." He paused for a moment, then joked, "But still, don't mention me to anyone in the Beiming Hall."
"Of course." She nodded, she wouldn't cause him trouble.
If their first meeting was merely him saving her life, then this time, she would count him as a friend.
She walked back to the castle along the same path.
Watching the Asian girl's shrinking silhouette, Fei Han stood by the door. The warmth and kindness in his eyes faded quickly like an ebb tide, replaced by endless irony and coldness.
