In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days passed, and Jiang Qing's Broken Veins were completely healed.
He came to bid farewell to Xin Lin, as he was leaving for Hei Yao Castle that very day.
Before leaving, Xin Lin saw him off.
"Xin Lin, this parting, when we meet again, I'm afraid..."
On Jiang Qing's handsome face, there was a hint of melancholy.
There were many things he wanted to say to Xin Lin, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't say them.
He knew that some words must forever remain hidden in his heart.
"Brother Jiang, don't make it sound like we are parting as if it's life and death. We will meet again sooner or later."
Xin Lin said with a smile, silently adding a sentence in her heart, if she could escape fate and live past the appointed time.
