Because it wasn't Mi Yao who had arrived, but... Ruo Ling.
Now, this was awkward.
Feng Yueming's handsome features darkened, and his expression turned extremely stiff.
Ruo Ling glanced at this man and thought to herself that he was beyond hope. "Mi Yao didn't come, so hurry up and eat."
Feng Yueming...
He was silent for a few seconds. "Has Mi Yao eaten yet? Did she eat a lot?"
"Yes, she had a full bowl of rice. Her appetite seems pretty good. I picked some wild vegetables and stir-fried them, and they tasted really fresh. She seemed to like it a lot."
Feng Yueming picked up his chopsticks and started to eat. Thinking of Mi Yao's delicate figure, how she seemed like she'd topple over with the slightest breeze after feeding him her blood, he felt a pang of heartache.
He wondered if there was any game in this valley. He planned to go out to look for some tomorrow. If he could catch something, he'd make her a soup to help nourish her body.
"Where is she now?"
