Yan Yan quietly gazed at the dust-covered iron door, suddenly feeling the urge to laugh.
And he did smile, a beautiful curve slowly spreading at the corners of his lips.
How nice...
The hand tightly clasped at his side finally loosened slightly.
The tense body also relaxed.
The voice that spoke was somewhat hoarse and dry, like a whisper after centuries:
"Yun Qiluo, are you okay?"
Yun Qiluo was silent for a moment and said softly, "I'm okay, don't worry." It's just... a little scared."
Yan Yan approached the iron door, his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
Yun Qiluo gently shook her head, then realized he couldn't see her.
She spoke softly again, "Not afraid, now that you're here, I'm not afraid."
At this moment, Ji Ruofeng finally felt something was off.
Why is there no noise around here? Except for their Little Sister-in-law, it seemed there was no other sound?
This is too strange.
