Unease, blankness, uncertainty...
Complex emotions swirled in Gu Changsheng's heart.
Her evildoer would cling to her, grow tired of her, indulge her, pamper her in every conceivable way, but he would never look at her like this, with such hollow and merciless eyes...
Watching the man approach, Gu Changsheng's mouth opened slightly, but in the end, she didn't speak.
She didn't know what to say.
This feeling of helplessness and confusion left her unsure of how to face the somewhat unfamiliar man before her!
"Snap!"
The blood-stained Through the Sun Sword was tossed to the side, and the man's proud figure slowly knelt before Gu Changsheng.
A warm large hand covered the top of her head, with a familiar scent of faint ambergris and an unfamiliar hint of bloodiness...
"Yuan Bao, clean my Lord's kitchen knife..."
A helpless voice, with the usual indulgence, and in the next instant, Gu Changsheng fell into a familiar embrace.
