"Miss Bai, what's wrong?" Feng Xiyan asked softly, his voice carrying both confusion and worry.
Raising her eyes to meet his, Bai Hanyun opened her lips to speak—but she stopped short when she noticed some of the golden light particles drifting into Feng Xiyan's body as well.
For a moment, Bai Hanyun was distracted as she watched the golden light particles seep into his body, enveloping him in an almost ethereal glow.
Coming back to her senses, Bai Hanyun asked, "Feng Xiyan, don't you feel anything when you step into this main temple?"
Feng Xiyan tilted his head slightly, and though his tone was uncertain, there was warmth in it. "I can't really put a finger on it, but whenever I come to pray, I always feel warm and comfortable."
Pondering on his words, Bai Hanyun wondered if that warmth Feng Xiyan felt was the same one she had just experienced.
