"No problem." Ye Yihong glanced at Su Luoluo.
Although this young woman seemed ordinary, since the Eldest Prince had named her, she must be special.
Countless gazes gathered here, and Su Luoluo felt her body light and floaty, as if she were experiencing an unreal dream. Her followers kept increasing, surging towards an unbelievable number: two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand...
"Little Cloud." She silently murmured: "…Is it you?"
If the first Dream Patrol Family is not you, how could I receive such great happiness? If the first Dream Patrol Family is you, are you still Little Cloud?
She clenched the sword in her hand, her eyes flickering.
Su Ming'an glanced at the collapsed royal family members, turning away without hesitation.
