The ancestor is Xie Yuqing
Yun bixue was still in a daze when she was suddenly pulled into Xie limo's arms.
She didn't know what was wrong with Xie limo. He was usually elegant and Noble, and he had never been so sudden before.
"Xue, answer me."
When the sigh came from above her again, Yun bixue thought for a moment and said,""Limo, you're very good to me. I've never thought about this before, and I won't think about it. But since you've asked, I'll just think about it. I probably won't cry or throw a tantrum. Perhaps I'll leave and find a place with no one around to heal my wounds."
Xie limo hugged Yun bixue and listened to her words. His heart ached terribly.
Hence, he began to tighten his grip on Yun bixue's arm, but his expression unconsciously darkened.
He had read the notes of his ancestors. Although they were written a thousand years ago, they were passed down from generation to generation. Even after a thousand years, they were still passed down.