"I have an old friend."
Wan Bing's cheeks were flushed, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with water. She only held Feng Luochen's hand, pulling him into her arms, and touched his face with one hand.
"Just like you."
"Stubborn, rigid."
Feng Luochen's pupils shrank, and he just wanted to pull away his hand, but without thinking, Wan Bing held on tighter.
"Later, he died."
"I'm dead too."
Wan Bing looked at Feng Luochen smiling foolishly and just hugged him tightly.
"Master..."
1.1V1! ! ! Feng Luochen is not a stand-in, let's find out 1v1! ! !
2. The master is reborn, and the apprentice secretly loves the master
