Lu Wang widened his eyes in surprise.
He spread his arms, not daring to move.
A ruo cried.
She sobbed by his ear: "How can they be so cruel? People say the human heart is made of flesh, yet it's not as soft as my stone heart!"
Lu Wang was silent for a moment: "It's all in the past now, let me go."
A ruo quickly withdrew her hand.
She wiped away her tears, but smiled through her sobs: "So this is what heartbreak and heartache feel like. I rarely cry; this is the second time."
The first time was when I saw the Heavenly Daoist covered in blood.
Lu Wang could feel that this little stone fairy truly pitied his plight.
He hadn't felt such kindness in a long time.
Lu Wang was somewhat unaccustomed to it. He cast his dark gaze toward the distance and coughed lightly, "You... you don't have to cry anymore."
To change the subject.
Lu Wang casually asked, "Was the name A ruo given to you by the Heavenly Daoist?"
