Underneath the red cloth was an elaborate gold cage, and in the cage lay a woman in pink.

The woman was curled up, looking frail and endearing.

Jun Wu Xie's eyes tightened violently, and the hand holding Little Han Xiao unconsciously tightened.

The cold xiao was also hugging Jun Wu Xie tightly, his amber eyes staring at the woman in the golden cage.

Thin Mirage walked to the front of the cage and gently lifted the woman's long blonde hair, revealing half of the ...