"You're sick."
The rain from ten years ago is, after all, different from that ten years later.
Bai Yanren didn't have as many sentiments as Feng Yiru, he just said it calmly, almost indifferently.
"Sick?"
Feng Yiru's heart ached, feeling somewhat self-mocking.
Indeed, for his words, I split my mind in half. Yes... I'm insane.
To enter the new realm of Fog Gathering, I became a completely new person.
Feng Xiuxue? Feng Yiru?
Many times she couldn't even tell who she really was.
Even the reasons for all these years of persistence were a bit blurry.
One word from Bai Yanren forced her into a state of self-doubt.
"I... am indeed sick."
Feng Yiru looked at Bai Yanren under the umbrella, her gaze also briefly swept over Bai Yanliang.
Has Bai Yanliang completely sided with Bai Yanren?
Even if he's a demon?
Suddenly, she felt that she and these people were still somewhat naive.
