Gone...
Gone......
Gone.
Jian Nanchun stared blankly at the departing figure of Chao Rushuang riding on his sword, until that light and shadow became a small dot on the horizon, he still hadn't come to his senses.
"Enough, stop looking."
Yi Lin waved his hand vigorously in front of Jian Nanchun's face: "If someone really wants to leave, you can't stop them."
"My Junior Sister!!!"
Jian Nanchun pounded his chest vigorously, his brows knitted into a "川" shape. Judging by his sorrowful demeanor, it didn't seem fake; he was truly heartbroken.
Yi Lin glanced occasionally at Xia Xiaoman's luggage, and an ingrained habit deep in his soul made his hands itch.
But he was embarrassed to bully others, so he temporarily suppressed the urge to snatch the [Imperial Seal], and smiled at Jian Nanchun: "I think I now understand why they say 'love makes people blind.'"
"Pah!" Yi Lin's bluntness made Jian Nanchun instinctively want to retort, but he couldn't find a suitable counterargument.
