"If life were but as when we first met, why should the autumn wind mourn the painted fan! So easily the heart of an old friend changes, yet one says the heart of an old friend changes easily!" Chu Feng unconsciously recited half a poem.
Moaning without illness, overly sentimental, this is a characteristic display of many women.
Xiong Guansui couldn't help but think of some heartbreaking event in this sentimental setting. Parting with someone, perhaps, which made her so sorrowful?
This was exactly what Chu Feng wanted to know.
After all, she was technically Chu Feng's Sword Slave, whether she admitted it or not, this was an indisputable fact.
"So easily the heart of an old friend changes, yet one says the heart of an old friend changes easily! Such a good poem!" Ye Wu couldn't help but let her beautiful eyes shine and applauded in admiration.
In her eyes, Chu Feng was becoming increasingly outstanding and charming.
