Yundu's slightly cold fingertips slid across Fengqi's eyebrows, and the sword-shaped eyebrows that were often lightly frowned still refused to relax until now.
"You always say you have few close friends, but how much do you understand my broken string?"
Feng Qi turned his head and clutched the fox quilt on his chest, feeling that his lungs were like needles...
Peiyao was abandoned in the east of Luocheng, and the romantic clouds dispersed and looked at each other in the sky. Now, no matter how eloquent I am, you still don't want to hear another word...