162 General Mo

Fang Yu stood in front of the now-closed portal. Her eyes were still glued at the empty space as her heart hammered against her chest.

She wasn't in love.

She wasn't angry.

But she wasn't happy either.

She thought she felt nothing. She wasn't even relieved that Mo Li would now stop following her around. So how could she explain this emotion?

In the end, Fang Yu sighed and sat on the cold ice bed. She roamed her eyes in the silent room. For some reason, she felt that it was too quiet and cold. It was as if the warmth inside the room disappeared along with Mo Li. 

Probably because she had no one to talk to now, she consoled herself. Another sigh escaped her lips as she lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling made of ice. She was worried. That's right. She was only worried. Nothing more.