Feng Jin looked at her indifferently, his eyes twitching slightly.
This girl, worthy of being You'er's daughter, even the words she says are just like hers.
In his mind, past images suddenly appeared.
After so many years, those old memories seem to have happened just yesterday, still so vivid in his mind.
At that time, Hongxia Mountain was a place they frequented.
It was on a night there that You'er also said such things to him.
Back then, Bei Dihong had already had that patch of Snowfield Rosy Clouds planted.
Bei Qingyou loved sitting in the sea of red flowers, watching the stars, watching the moon.
Only here, at night, could no one disturb her and Feng Jin.
Under the moonlight, the two leaned against each other.
Bei Qingyou's gentle body leaned on Feng Jin's chest, feeling the warmth of his body.
"Fifth brother, shall we leave together? If we keep delaying, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave."
