"Are you leaving? Is your affection for Xianle really so superficial? You plan to forget her after a mere decade?"
Rongdi slumped drunkenly against the edge of the bed, his sword-like brows knitted tightly. The look he gave Baize was fraught with displeasure.
This man should be like Moyin, laboring tirelessly for the people of Nanzhao, and then, in his leisure moments, joining him in longing for Xianle. How could he suddenly just leave?
Chapter 176