Outside Yan City No.9, a man stood like a spear.
Beside him, several Yan Yi Envoys surrounded him, ready for action, yet the man's eyes showed not a trace of fear.
It seemed he had been waiting for a long time, until a figure appeared in front of him, then the man took a small step forward.
"Why have you come?"
Lan Cai'er looked displeased, staring warily at Dao Ge, the man who had entangled her in love and hatred for years.
Dao Ge's expression was complex as he gazed at Lan Cai'er's face, the face once bright and attractive now lacked its former roundness; her figure, too, was not as plump as most pregnant women, her nine-month pregnant belly appeared particularly conspicuous.
She wasn't doing well. She had lost a lot of weight, Yan Jiu... How can you be so irresponsible and leave her alone?
Dao Ge clenched his hand.
He deeply regretted not having come earlier when he first heard of her wedding, and should have taken her back regardless.
