Yan Beihan watched and watched, his mood growing increasingly gentle, and the expression in his eyes becoming more and more tender.
For a moment, he felt as if he were dreaming.
Surrounded by dreamlike clouds, his entire body felt light and floaty.
Yan Beihan forcibly controlled himself, moving his gaze that was almost glued to Fang Che away and looked down at the ground.
He sighed quietly in his heart.
What she missed the most now was the Yin Yang Realm. In that time when there were almost no outsiders, only she and Fang Che.
Though constantly pursued, constantly facing life-and-death calamities.
But there, it was just me and him.
Whatever we wanted to do, we could do.
Even until the very end, neither revealed their true feelings. But whether it was Fang Che or Yan Beihan, they were both extremely intelligent.
How could they not know the other's feelings?
Yet, limited by their identities, they simply sustained the struggle.
