Yang Fei sighed softly, gently stroking her long hair.
"Uncle has very important matters to attend to. You fight for the Wu Clan, and Uncle must fight for his own country. There are no feasts that last forever; we will have another chance to reunite."
"Uncle, I can't bear to leave you!"
Nuannuan, disregarding her shyness, hugged Yang Fei's waist, burying her head in his chest and murmuring.
Dan Dan peeked out, grinning with a face full of sadness.
"Boss, Sister Nuannuan, I want a hug too."
Seeing this little guy eager to try, Yang Fei and Nuannuan laughed together.
They both turned around and said in unison, "Get lost!"
Over the past more than a month, Yang Fei and Nuannuan met and got to know each other, going through hardships together, living and dying side by side.
The bond between them had grown very deep.
This bond contained a slight warmth unique to the opposite gender, but more than that, it was the sincere affection between friends.
