Hua Yan has always known that Master is very lonely.
But the lonely figure of the Master in my memory could never overlap with the unbridled and evil leader of the Demon Cult.
Until that white dress appeared in front of her, Hua Yan suddenly realized that an extremely important memory was lost somewhere.
The man with the narrow phoenix eyes in front of him seemed to have a kind of magic in his words, always making his body act one step ahead of his heart.
Even when being teased, there is an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness.
After closing her eyes, Hua Yan's face burst into a smile from the bottom of her heart.
Yan'er remembered, Master.