"Nothing will happen," said Jing Jiu while heading toward the deep part of the iceland.
As the bottoms of regular boots made contact with the solidly frozen ice and snow, it seemed as if the flower petals dropped on the surface of water, soundlessly creating ripples.
Looking at his back figure moving away, Ran Handong suddenly said, "I'll tell my father."
This was the second time she said this.
Jing Jiu didn't halt his steps, nor did he heed her. He kept moving forward.
Ran Handong hastened to catch up to him after a moment of silence, saying nothing more.
As long as her father and the government of the Federation of the Milky Way hadn't made any decision, she was still Jing Jiu's secretarial officer; she must do whatever she was expected to.
This quality of hers was the very trait Jing Jiu liked about her.
The two of them hadn't traveled long before they saw an entrance.