Chapitre 301: Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eight: The Vanguard of the Northern Route Army_2

Xiulote pondered for a moment, his expression growing solemn. Alisa suddenly grasped the young man's hand.

"Xiulote, um, I wanted to tell you that my uncle is very kind to everyone here but harbors animosity solely towards you. You need to be careful," she said.

Xiulote, touched by the girl's concerned gaze, silently lowered his head.

"I can feel your emotions. Xiulote, you are downcast with a hint of guilt, always reluctant to meet my eyes. Why is that?"

Xiulote found himself speechless. He sat beside Alisa, watching a small golden eagle flutter its wings to take off, and breathed in the floral scent from the girl, which purified his heart. After a long while, he softly said,

"Alisa, I'm fine. I must go now."

Alisa tilted her head, examining Xiulote for a moment, then pulled out a clumsily made cotton sachet and placed it in the young man's hand.