Vermilion Bird did not regret what he did that day. If he had been the one left behind, he would not have been able to face Shen Yanxiao's death.
"That choice will never happen again in the future." Shen Yanxiao hugged Vermilion Bird tightly. She vowed to make herself and the people around her stronger so that the tragedy of the beast tide would never happen again.
Vermilion Bird nodded silently.
Vermilion Bird had woken up and there was nothing wrong with his memory. It was just that his body size was smaller than before, and he belonged to the type of cute little boy that could trigger the motherly love of countless young ladies.
Vermilion Bird was quietly resting in a loving environment with Shen Yanxiao. However, he noticed a certain obscene figure from the corner of his eyes as the figure slowly walked towards the bun he threw on the ground.
