C143 Iron Blood Tender

Chapter One Hundred Forty-Three: Iron Blood, Tender Heart

"My dear man, for whom do you drive yourself to such madness? Your heart aches so deeply..."

Bu Feiyan's heart ached, her gaze filled with complexity.

Don't be fooled by Ling Ruoxi's apparent age; she might seem to be in her seventies, but that's a mortal's perspective.

Bu Feiyan was at least thirty years her junior