Jiang Tao had nothing to say.
In the end, half understanding and half confused, he nodded, then shook his head.
"It's just that, I feel, Master, you are suffering too much like this."
"What's there to suffer? Aren't we friends now? Being able to be friends is not bad either, at least in the future when you go to Beiming, you will have someone to drink and eat meat with, and chat about everything under the sun."
Long Xinghe could feel that over the past few days, Feng Wuya had let down his guard towards her quite a bit.
At times, he was even willing to initiate conversation with her.
She knew, for someone with Feng Wuya's temperament, this was no easy feat.
"Jiang Tao, I am very satisfied with our relationship as it is now, so there's no need for you to feel it's a pity on my behalf, nor should you harbor any resentment, and,"