Chapter 133: An Enemy of a Single Strike

Like sand, moonlight spilled over the dance pavilion, enveloping the world as if in a curtain of silver sand, lending a mystical air to heaven and earth.

Beneath the moonlight, by the ancient pines, next to the clear spring.

Feng Lingzhu and Pan Yuming were both present, but neither could hide the bewilderment in their eyes.

Night had already fallen, and the cold moonlight, like an unreal dream, carried their doubts and perplexities.

Here, they had waited for a very long time, yet the one they hoped for did not come to meet them as desired.

Better to meet than not, for when faced with a meeting, Feng Lingzhu didn't know what to say.

She was conflicted. She knew Pan Yuming was too.

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When Zhou Yan arrived, he had already seen the scene from afar.

But he didn't become as emotionally affected by the scene as he expected, as he felt almost numb.