"Fortunately, heaven does not disappoint the faithful, and I finally found you, Prince."
As she spoke, Su Qianxue squeezed out a few tears, putting on a delicate and pitiable appearance.
The strong have always sympathized with the weak, especially when the weak are also strikingly beautiful.
For him, she traveled a thousand miles. She refused to believe that his heart was made of iron and would not be moved by her devotion.
However, when he first saw her, his gaze lacked any ripple, and even after hearing her words, there was no sign of emotion.
It was clear that he truly had no feelings for her.
"Looking for me? This is Dingbei Pass, not a place for you. Go back to where you came from; I don't have time to deal with you."
Mo Yuanhao furrowed his brows even more tightly, and his expression was extremely displeased.
He never expected that this woman would abandon the good life in Haojing and follow him here alone—it was sheer madness.
