Qi Yue had said this, and she had thought it as well.
At least for now, she felt her relationship with Zhao Xiyan resembled that of a fan and an idol.
She would be moved by him, do things for him, and even take care of all the Zhao Family members because of him.
However, to willingly work for the Zhao Family just because of these things was far from enough.
After all, Qi Yue had a mature modern soul, and having lived two lifetimes, she had grown indifferent to almost everything.
No matter how confused and touched she was by Zhao Xiyan, or how moved by the closeness and love of his family, when she calmed down, she would only make the choice that was best for herself.
That night, the exile team finally arrived at the inn before the gates of Longnan County Government closed.
It really was the southernmost part of Beiyuan, the weather had not become cold but had turned slightly warm.