At the same time, the sky was as dark as ink, and the rain poured down, shrouding the village in an impenetrable mist.
There was a creak.
The old door dragged out a long sound.
Fu Meng came out.
In the twilight, his tiger-like eyes were exceptionally bright, almost luminous, but now they were filled with worry.
He couldn't understand.
Truly.
He wasn't even allowed on Wei Zhao's bed, so why could Yu Tingwan!
How long had Yu Tingwan been here, and she could replace him already?
Absolutely not.
Once the novelty wore off, he would still be Wei Zhao's favorite!!!
Understanding this, Fu Meng felt at ease.
Although there were signs of the weather warming, and the snow had completely melted.
But the mountain was damp and chillier than elsewhere.
The considerate tiger worried about the master being cold, lifted his paw confidently, and closed the door.
The pharmacy was filled with a strong medicinal smell, the air bitter.
