Lin Fan watched the crowd depart.
On the vast and boundless earth, only Lin Fan and Mo Ningxiang in his arms remained.
Lin Fan gazed in the direction where everyone had left.
He sighed softly.
The road ahead is long and vast, who knows what will happen.
Dongmen Buju is likely to launch unprecedented revenge.
These people.
Who knows if we'll ever meet again.
With such thoughts in his heart, a trace of sadness and helplessness welled up, his brows furrowed in distress.
Mo Ningxiang noticed Lin Fan's expression, her eyebrows slightly knitted.
"Brother Lin Fan, what's wrong?"
Her voice was as soft as a spring breeze, gently entering Lin Fan's ears, causing him to suddenly come to his senses.
"Oh... nothing..."
Lin Fan didn't want to add to Mo Ningxiang's worries and troubles, so he smiled faintly without answering.
However.
His expression couldn't deceive Mo Ningxiang's eyes.
