Phoenix Cry

A ball of white light appeared in Zhao Huai's consciousness.

After that white light, a figure was approaching.

It was her, it was Ning.

At this moment, Ning was shaking her head and muttering some words.

Beside her was a little boy. That boy was the boy from when he was young, Zhao Huai.

Zhao Shuning wore a light green dress with red plum blossoms embroidered on the hem.

"Ning is really beautiful today. She's as beautiful as a peach in the spring, and as pure as a chrysanthemum in the autumn. If you were a bit older, your beauty would surely cause the fall of cities."

"Big bro is always the same when it comes to complimenting others."

"Ning still wants to hear more?"

"If elder brother can boast about it, I will definitely listen."

The two figures both began to laugh.

Zhao Huai's eyes became moist as he looked at this scene. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the little girl in the white light.