Ou Lan's eyes instantly became moist, "I know, I miss my husband so much, I miss home." As she spoke, she began to quietly untie Zhan Moxiao. "Let's not talk about this now, we need to find a way to get out of here."
Zhan Moxiao smiled and sat up, letting her untie him, "Don't worry, your husband will take care of them."
"Lan Rui is very dangerous."
"I know, but he is still no match for me. If your husband accidentally kills him, would you feel heartbroken?"
"No."
Ou Lan said these two words with determination. Yes, she wouldn't feel heartbroken; she would just feel regret for that kind boy from the past. What she missed was always that young boy, not the demon he had become.
While the two of them were talking, Lan Rui was quietly hiding outside the door, listening to all their words. He was jealous of Zhan Moxiao and also felt sorry for himself.
