In the line of sight, Wang Yuexiu's back was getting farther and farther away.

As the sky darkened and the drizzle cooled, her calm yet incredibly strong figure grew further and further away, blurring.

Downhill, forward.

Until it's gone.

Wang Yuexiu didn't even turn around to take another look.

Xia Zhi stood quietly, motionless as a statue.

"Have you told her your story?"

Lin Fengting suddenly asked.

Xia Zhi came from the Xia Clan of the North ...