Farewell

Five days later, it was time to bid farewell.

When Zhao Shuning was about to leave, everyone seemed not to care.

They felt that the more it was like this, the less Zhao Shuning would feel the pain and reluctance to part.

However, Zhao Shuning wasn't a five year old child. She had lived for many years, and she could see through the scenes played out by her clansmen with one glance.

Wearing a moon-white robe, Zhao Huai stood beside Zhao Shuning and warned her about the things she should take note of. Zhao Shuning listened quietly and did not interrupt Zhao Huai, because she could see that Zhao Huai's eyes were slightly red.

"In short, Ning, go to Misty Rain House this time, don't try to be brave. If you can't handle it, come back immediately."

Zhao Shuning nodded.

At this moment, Zhao Xiangxiang, who was injured by her half a month ago, walked over unwillingly.

"That …"

"What?"