Jiang Zheyu clutched Yin Ji's grass-hide skirt, walking forward beside him.
Shan Xun followed behind them. A dark cloud seemed to hang over him, and his expression was fierce, looking like he was not to be trifled with.
His slightly lowered gaze, dark and unreadable, fell upon Jiang Zheyu's slender hand clutching another Beastman's skirt.
Just a few days ago, that same slender, fair hand had been clutching the hem of his clothes, tugging it gently, making his heart seem to sway along with the motion.
But now, that slender hand was clutching another Beastman's clothes.
The sight was an eyesore to Shan Xun.
'Isn't this for the best? Does he really want the female to go back to how she was with him a few days ago?'
'He'd rejected her so many times. Isn't what the female is doing now exactly what he wanted? Shouldn't he be sighing in relief?'
