Yue Wuhen looked at Su Muyao with tenderness and affection, "I'm sorry, I came late."
Su Muyao looked at Yue Wuhen's good-tempered appearance and spoke, "How can you say sorry."
"It's not your fault, it's her; she insisted on seeking trouble with me."
"If you hadn't come, who knows what might have happened."
She would definitely get hurt, but she would also try her hardest to kill that so-called Miss Lin.
She felt a sense of powerlessness inside.
Still felt that her strength was weak.
Yue Wuhen looked at Su Muyao's gloomy expression, and his heart sank.
He couldn't bear to see her unhappy.
Yue Wuhen was not good at comforting people, he could only soften his voice and say: "Don't think too much, it's still my fault, I should have found you earlier."
Actually, Yue Wuhen had started looking for Su Muyao as soon as he arrived at the Fusang Continent.
Unfortunately, her aura seemed to have disappeared, he couldn't find it at all.
