The sound of coughing never stopped; that slender and frail body looked as if a gust of wind could knock it down.
His face was much paler than before Su Yan left.
There was no color on his lips.
It seemed that after so long, he had instantly returned to the state when they first met.
Even worse than that.
Su Yan followed the sound, lifting her eyelids slightly.
She was impatient, casting a glance,
"Who told you to come?"
After speaking, she frowned
"Don't come over, stay away from me."
Feng Xuan heard her and his body trembled.
He looked at Su Yan with dark eyes, speaking in a low voice,
"Master, do you not want Feng Xuan anymore?"
Su Yan remained silent, furrowing her brows even more tightly.
She only felt chaos in her mind.
She found it somewhat difficult to control herself.
In the distance, Little Red stood under a white oil paper umbrella, eating a large peach it had just picked from the road.
With a crunch, it took a bite,
"Will Yanyan beat him up?"
