Kang Anyu's forehead began to perspire as he quickly interrupted Princess Wansheng's complaints, "Your Highness, let's stop here. Don't worry, even if he cannot return, my elder brother is still here."
"Would he forcefully come back if Balance Great Saint and the triple-burial Mage target me and my life was in danger?" A glimmer of hope flickered in Princess Wansheng's eyes.
Kang Anyu: "..."
His silence made the hope in Princess Wansheng's eyes begin to fade.
"That's right, with my shameful identity, how could I dare to ask for so much? The fact that he occasionally graces me with his presence is already a stroke of incredible luck. I've already received so much, I should not hope for more." Princess Wansheng said with a hint of melancholy.
Cold sweat continued to break out on Kang Anyu's forehead.
He could tell, Princess Wansheng was feeling lonely.
But he really dared not offer comfort.
That kind of death-defying spirit was something Nine-Headed Insect had, not him.
