Su Cheng smiled and didn't say anything.
In the end, he avenged the woman, but he could never have her again.
Regret?
It couldn't be said that he regretted it. With his identity and career, settling down and starting a family didn't suit him.
But he could still have given her a baby.
Su Shenfan carried Bu Yaolian as he flew the whole way. There was shelter among the mountain trees, and it wasn't as cold as the ice river. Bu Yaolian's body slowly warmed up.
An hour later, Su Shenfan saw smoke in the distance and saw a village.
He found a house that was a little further away from the village, and carried Bu Yaolian over. An old lady lived there with her grandson, who wasn't even ten years old.
When she heard knocking on the door early in the morning, the old lady asked warily, "Do you need something?"