***
Pretending to be indifferent, she said, "Go, don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
"Wife—" Qiao Chutian looked at her, at her stubborn black eyes, and his heart felt like it was being sliced apart by a knife.
He wanted to reach out and grab her hand again, but she dodged and hid behind Qiao Feiyang.
Qiao Chutian glanced at Qiao Feiyang, "Please take care of her."
After speaking, he hurriedly left.
Macy didn't follow him but stood not far away.
Since she had just promised Qiao Chutian to protect Mai Xiaomai, she couldn't leave.
"Let's go back."
Mai Xiaomai watched Qiao Chutian's figure disappearing into the yellow sand and felt as if she were caught in a giant nightmare, making her feel like she had no place to escape.
She just wanted to return to China, to Imperial Garden No.1, back to that cozy home that belonged only to him and her.
Qiao Feiyang nodded and took her back.
And Macy was still following her, ten steps behind, all the way.
