At the point when Xu Xingzhi was walking, Tao Xian was holding his left hand and was before Xu Xingzhi. As the two people drew closer, Xu Xingzhi held his tooth and turned his right wrist brutally. His “legitimate hand” got out of his sleeve, and Tao Xian froze and shrank towards the stone wall.
Xu Xingzhi turned hit with a feeling of despairing. However he didn’t understand the specific explanation, he speculated that his previous proprietor held profound feelings for him. He went to the sleeping cushion feeling discouraged. The resulting morning, Meng Zhongguang softly drew Xu Xingzhi close to his palms and connected a hand to his chest.