Xu Zimo gave an awkward smile. He did not know how to respond to this topic.
"Brother Zimo, I'll miss you."
Han Yanrou looked at Xu Zimo. This time, she did not avoid his gaze as she usually did.
Even though her face was flushed red and she bit her lower lip with silver teeth from nervousness, she still stared stubbornly and motionlessly at Xu Zimo.
As though she wanted to carve his face deep into her heart.
Seeing that Xu Zimo had not replied for a long while, Han Yanrou turned around and waved her hand.
"Alright, I'm going back to sleep."
The weather was always so fickle. The rain that had already stopped now showed signs of pouring down again.
Who knew whether the rain fell soundlessly, or whether the sound of rain drowned out the silent tears.
The moment she turned around, tears poured down like rain.
"When you leave tomorrow, don't wake me. Just leave quietly.
"I'm going to sleep in, until the afternoon, then sleep again until the morning after tomorrow.
"I've been too tired these past few days."
Han Yanrou said without looking back as she walked toward her room.
Xu Zimo remained silent for a long time before finally returning to his own room.
He was not of this world. He had always remembered his goal: he had come only for the Ancient Heavenly Court.
There was no need to stir up too much trouble, much less become entangled with the Blood Clan.
Back in his room, Xu Zimo lay quietly on the bed.
His senses were sharp. Even without looking, every scene in the courtyard was reflected in his mind.
The young girl had not gone to sleep as she had told him.
Instead, she came out of her room and sat