In an instant, these emotions almost consumed Han Yan, and she became completely immersed in them, unable to extricate herself. Her vision blurred. It seemed as though something very important had been lost, and she hadn't had the chance to grasp it. At this moment, Han Yan's mental state was shaken; the intense sorrow made her lose herself.
"Han Yan." Ye Lanfeng, noticing Han Yan's unusual expression, grabbed her hand firmly, holding it tightly in his palm.
Suddenly, a peculiar feeling surged into Ye Lanfeng's mind. His expression changed slightly, as a strong sense of sorrow welled up from the depths of his heart, even reaching a point of excruciating pain. Ye Lanfeng frowned, concentrating, and that strange feeling instantly disappeared.
The warmth from Ye Lanfeng's palm caused Han Yan's heart to tremble slightly. All her pain and sorrow vanished from her mind, and her heart regained peace.
