Jun Moyan heard her voice trembling, heard her teeth chattering, and felt her shivering on his back.
Jun Moyan gently closed his eyes, then opened them, carefully asking back, "Where do you want to go?"
After waiting for quite a while, he heard her hoarse reply, "Wherever Jun Moyan goes, Xiaoguai will go."
Jun Moyan smiled faintly, and his tightened heart relaxed a bit. He looked ahead and said in a negotiating tone, "Then how about we go forward?"
Wen Xiao'ai looked at the Netherworld shrouded in heavy black mist ahead, and then hugged Jun Moyan's neck again, lying on his back, muffledly responding:
"Okay."
She slowly closed her eyes, not knowing what sad things she thought of, tears continuously falling from the corners of her eyes.
The wet heat on his back, Jun Moyan was burned by her tears, struggled with each step, like walking on the tip of a knife.
"Sir."
