The violet mink stared fixedly at Yang Ye while she held the Icesoul Fruit with her claws. Her lively violet eyes were gradually filled with glistening droplets of water.

Yang Ye’s head hurt when he saw the violet mink in such a state, and he stretched out his hand to embrace the violet mink. He rubbed his chin against her furry little head as he said in a gentle voice, “Little Fellow, what’re you doing here?”

The violet mink’s place in Yang Ye’s heart could truly be ...