It was just a figure from behind, but Ye Lingyue recognized it at a glance.
She bit her lip; this was the person she had just been frantically searching for.
She worried he had been injured, worried his Cold Syndrome had flared up, worried about him...
But in fact, he was actually...
Ye Lingyue wanted to harden her heart and walk away, but her feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, refusing to move.
In the verdant moonlight, Feng Xun was standing there.
He lowered his head, looking quite spiritless.
Ye Lingyue didn't approach; in her heart, the two opposing voices of the Heavenly Person were still fiercely debating, neither side willing to yield.
The garment Feng Xun wore pricked like needles, stabbing at her heart and eyes.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned around.
The moment he saw Ye Lingyue, something flickered from the depths of his almost abyssal black eyes.
Upon meeting Feng Xun's gaze, Ye Lingyue's heart throbbed sharply.
