But at the moment of letting go, large tears suddenly welled up at the corner of Meng Yao's eyes, and she murmured softly, "My lord, don't leave me!"
Dong Han stood silently, tears gradually filling his eyes as well.
Is forgetting really harder than remembering?
Meanwhile, in the Lava Land, when the messenger from the Ghost Race returned, Rong Yang heard his message, and his complexion gradually turned gloomy.
"Your Majesty, I did not meet this Hall Master Meng in person, only heard from her close attendant that this kindness will be repaid later! And moreover..."
"Moreover what?" Rong Yang's face was as cold as water, his words icy.
The messenger from the Ghost Race trembled all over, almost dropping the Fire Crystal in his hand, and stammered, "Your Majesty, this Hall Master Meng did not accept your gift; she just said she appreciates your goodwill but doesn't want the item!"
Saying this, the Ghost Race member carefully handed over the Fire Crystal.
