Li Xunhuan took the letter and saw that the contents were exactly the same as the blood letter, except that it lacked the signature "Li Feiyu".
Li Xunhuan sighed deeply. Could it be that Brother Long was truly such a hypocritical and wicked person?
He was lost and confused.
Li Xunhuan walked out of the Dragon Mansion and soon met Murong Fu and the others who were waiting. He said firmly, "Brother Murong, I am going to find Li Feiyu and ask him in person. Please take good care of Shiyin for me."
Murong Fu nodded very seriously: "I have said before that my second brother's cousin is my cousin, and I should treat Shiyin as I would my own cousin."
"Alright! Thank you for your hard work, Brother Murong!" Li Xunhuan nodded emphatically. "I'm off now."
Li Xunhuan departed.
Lin Shiyin gazed at his retreating figure, feeling lost and dejected, her eyes already moist.
Murong Fu wiped away her tears, placed his warm hand on her slender, snow-white shoulder, and said affectionately, "Cousin... Shiyin, a man's journey is free. My second brother has his own path to walk. You should silently wish him well."
Lin Shiyin remained silent, a sudden wave of loneliness washing over her. With no relatives or friends around, what was the meaning of her existence?
In a daze, the warmth on Xue's shoulder became her only source of strength.
Seeing this, Ren Yingying couldn't help but ask, "Murong Fu, when are you going to find my father?"
She feared that if she didn't urge him, Murong Fu might try to win over Lin Shiyin first before considering her father.
Murong Fu waved his hand and said calmly, "Don't worry, your father is fine and alive. You will see him today."
Ren Yingying suppressed her excitement and nodded gently.
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