He saw a person, and this person was Fang Geyin. To be precise, what he saw was Fang Geyin's back. His back is straight, not tall, but thin, so thin that it is shocking and shocking. Dressed in white, with white hair. The clothes are made of palace satin, and the white hair is even more shiny. Huo Geyang can tell at a glance that he has turned gray overnight. At first glance, I just feel that except for this person, no one can call Yushu Linfeng anymore.
Huo Geyang suddenly felt like a mountain and flowing water. He looked at his back more intently.
Fang Geyin turned around, he was too lost in thought just now. For someone like him, being too absorbed is not a good thing, so he pulled himself back in time. This time he came to his senses and found someone behind him.
When he turned around, Huo Geyang saw his face. It really looked like spring plum blossoms blooming in the snow, with hundreds of flowers in the back garden forming the background. The only thing left in the world was pure jade and ice. But Huo Geyang could only see clearly those eyes. These eyes were very focused, very determined, and extremely cold, so cold that he was startled. After being startled, Huo Geyang changed his mind. He must not leave this man in the world.