The surroundings were silent. Violet Orchid did not notice that a man in a green robe was slowly appearing behind another fake mountain.
The man pursed his thin lips and looked in the direction where Violet Orchid had left. He clenched his fists tightly, and his handsome face was filled with endless seriousness.
After a long time, he sighed and turned to leave.
The night gradually deepened.
When evening approached, Beixuan called Di Juechen over, claiming that something important had happened.
It was rare that he did not stay here today. Feng Chu Ge felt that the room was empty and he was not used to it.
On the bed, Feng Chu Ge tossed and turned.
She sighed softly.
As expected, habits were a particularly scary thing. Now, she was already somewhat used to Di Juechen's company…