"Boohoo, Baozi, I want Jun Moyan, I don't want to marry anyone else, boohoo..."
Wen Xiao'ai cried so hard that she could barely breathe. Just thinking about marrying someone else, not being able to marry Jun Moyan, and possibly never seeing him again in the future made her feel like she wanted to die.
What made it even more unbearable was that this was all caused by the people closest to her.
"Sister..."
"Boohoo, why is it like this, boohoo... Jun Moyan..."
"Humans and demons are inherently different."
The young boy frowned slightly, watching Wen Xiao'ai cry in distress, unsure of how to console her.
He had always hidden in Wen Xiao'ai's bell, and he actually heard some things that Wen Xiao'ai missed while she was unconscious these days.
He finally understood why Wu Zhihan, who had turned into a vengeful ghost, was afraid of Jun Moyan, why he felt suffocated in his presence, why the Netherworld was becoming increasingly chaotic... Jun Moyan was not an ordinary person at all.
