Upon hearing this, Little Hell's Lord blinked, so she does think about him. She would stand by the window and look out thinking of him when he didn't know it.
When he thought of this, a warm current flowed through his heart and his heart became oddly tender. At this moment in time, he really wanted to tell her that he was right here.
"His frost poison is cured, you don't have to worry about him."
The immature voice drifted over from behind her and Feng Jiu looked back at him: "Cured? How was it cured? That is a thousand year frost poison, if it were that easy to cure, the poison wouldn't be in his body for so long."
He pursed his lips and glanced at her: "Of course he paid a great price to cure the poison." He paused and explained further: "You didn't ask me so I had forgotten to mention it."
