"Buhei, I really had no choice. I haven't exactly wronged her, have I?"
"Meow?"
Fang Yang cradled Buhei as he sprinted forward. It was deep into the night, and the Flying Sword gifted by Yun Feihong made far too much noise, risking discovery; he had no choice but to run on foot. As he dashed, his mind kept drifting back to the expression on Qin Xueyan’s face when he left.
Chapter 141