At this moment, Su Muyao held Yun Qinglan, and could feel the chill in his aura.
Yun Qinglan could hardly suppress the strong longing surging in his heart.
The deep yearning and affection, fermenting over such a long time, came like a flood, seemingly shattering the self-control he was so proud of.
He tried hard to restrain himself, suppressing the impulse to kiss her and love her, extended his hand, and gently stroked her hair, trembling.
He felt reluctant to let go.
He huskily said, "Miss you, how could I not."
Missing to the point of madness.
Su Muyao looked up at his brows and eyes, she could see the turbulent emotions in the depths of his eyes, the longing almost drowning her.
That was yearning hidden through countless days and nights, an attachment accumulated over countless restless nights, so intense that it almost broke his cold demeanor.
Facing such eyes, Su Muyao felt her heartstring plucked harshly, stirring intensely.
