But when, on the winter grassland, the distinctly recognizable landmark of Qiaoze Ranch finally appeared within their sight, he felt Zhou Xia's hand beside him tremble ever so slightly.
Danny's heart lurched; he hurriedly looked over, only to see Zhou Xia's calm face.
He pressed his lips together, and in his azure eyes, the last trace of light finally dimmed, like the sea at night, deep and boundless.
He couldn't afford to delay anymore; it was already very late, and the White Wolf's vital signs were growing weaker and weaker. He didn't want this White Wolf to die in front of Zhou Xia. If there was any chance to save it, he would rather try.
So Danny brought Zhou Xia and the White Wolf down slowly at the main gate of Qiaoze Ranch.
He stood in front of Zhou Xia, doing his best to hide his emotions, and spoke softly, "Thank you for tonight."
Zhou Xia didn't know what to say; she lowered her head with her hands clasped together.
