C169 More Important than Life, More Important than Blood!

Yung Mo's eyes, dark and profound, were intently fixed on the small figure of the woman concealed within a cluster of weeds. The corners of his usually stoic lips lifted ever so slightly, betraying a tender, indulgent smile. It was akin to a warm ray of sunlight piercing the chill of winter.

To him, the absence of this little woman for merely a day and a night felt like an eternity had passed