On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing never thought that one day his human identity would be the basis for him to be regarded as an alien.

The gazes cast from all directions made him feel like a thorn in his back, and he began to think whether the flowers and plants along the way were also looking at him with their eyes open.

Bai poured out a cold sweat.

So terrifying.

Bai Zi clenched Bai Qing's hand tightly, and blankly swept across those members of the same race with different expressions.

Probably Bai Zi's aura frightened a few teenagers who were eager to strike up a conversation, but Bai Qing was ignored after a few minutes.

Walking to a secluded place, Bai Qing sighed and used all her strength to break away from Bai Zi: "I hope that after meeting the person I need to meet, you can explain everything clearly to me."