"Hmm."
"Life... what everyone shows to the world is always bright and shiny; but in private, the difficulties and pains... swallowed with a glass of wine, silently chewed and digested in the middle of the night... it's not easy."
Ye Meng suddenly recalled the tear at the corner of Fang Che's eye in the morning, and felt a tremor in his heart.
Do you also have so many difficulties and pains?
But you don't even tell me.
...
Mu Lin Yuan had been staying at the inn for four days, feeling as if each day was as long as a year.
The news had already reached Fang Che, but Fang Che was busy to death.
Moreover, with people like Xue Fuxiao and Qinglong Saber in Baixiang Continent, Fang Che didn't dare to make a move.
And Mu Lin Yuan dared even less to move.
He could only wait in suffering.
Finally, he felt the atmosphere in Baixiang Continent becoming more relaxed.
That night, Fang Che sent a message for the two to meet outside the inn at a small wine shop.
