Zhao Rong wasn't lying.
The little fox truly brought him an indescribable sense of reassurance.
From carrying her down the mountain not long ago, to later boiling water for her bath and scrubbing her back, and now feeding her mouthful by mouthful.
Zhao Rong felt somewhat at ease.
Where my heart finds peace, there is my home.
For what he desired when tossing and turning last night, questioning and pondering himself.
Zhao Rong vaguely seemed to have an answer.
It's something different from 'a beauty and a soft life'.
And, just like what he had confided to Zhu Yourong at the Imperial Mausoleum Waterfall before she left, the kind of life he wanted.
At that time, Zhao Rong thought that going out for a walk, traveling south to cultivate himself, could ease his mind and help him find what he wanted.
However, now.
Zhao Rong was a bit confused.
Vaguely wavering...
"Zhao Rong, have you finished feeding her?" Gui asked earnestly.
