Zi Fei knew exactly what kind of personality the person in the Upper Realm had, and knew what she needed to do now.
Under the comfort of Zi Fei, Jun Wu Xie's emotions gradually stabilized. As Zi Fei said, she had no time to let herself sink into despair, she still had to face the future on her own.
"I will save my father." Jun Wu Xie said lowly.
"I know, you will." Zi Fei gently caressed Jun Wu Xie's long hair, just like the picture that had appeared in her dreams for so many years.
"Thank you." Jun Wu Xie stood up straight, slightly distance herself from Zi Fei. She could clearly see the face under Zi Fei's mask, but her eyes were the best looking pair of eyes Jun Wu Xie had ever seen; it was gentle like water but yet so warm.
