Feng Beichen turned his head at the sound and when his eyes met that exquisitely delicate face, he was first startled, then filled with tenderness, raising his hand and saying, "Ruannuan."
When Ye Ranran heard this nickname again, her nose tingled, and Feng Miao's face appeared in her mind.
Involuntarily, she walked toward Feng Beichen, her eyes glistening, and in a soft voice said, "Beichen, brother."
Feng Beichen watched her tear-filled eyes, chuckled softly, then patted her shoulder and gave her a gentlemanly hug, "Haven't seen you in five years, I've missed you."
He was speaking on behalf of Feng Miao.
But at that moment, Xiao Sichen was feeling very, very uncomfortable.
His splendidly handsome face was now filled with a chilling and terrifying aura, like that of a Demon King who had just returned from a bloody conquest.
Enshrouded in a layer of dense black fog, a somewhat sour black fog.