Bai Beirang didn't know how he left the Jiang Mansion.
He even forgot where he was going and what he was supposed to do.
He only wandered around like a lost soul, numb, walking down the empty street.
Night had grown deep; following behind him, besides his confidant guard, was also the Demon Bai Zhi'er had been worried enough to have Feng Fuce send over specifically.
Of course, Bai Beirang couldn't see these Demons.
They trailed after him step by step; some understood human ways and even mimicked Bai Beirang's manner, sighing over and over.
The Demons didn't understand—why did mortals have so many worries?
Looking at this man called Bai Beirang, with that dark, gloomy face, it was as if he were in pain so great he was about to die.
In Bai Beirang's hand, he was clutching tightly the letter Jiang Ying had left for him, and a poorly embroidered wallet—unfortunately still only half-finished.
In the letter, Jiang Ying said—
