Su Muyao's eyelashes trembled slightly as she avoided Di Fu Yuan's gaze.
Under such a gaze, she felt she couldn't stay calm and would inevitably be drawn in.
But at this moment, she needed to understand many things and couldn't let herself get distracted.
Su Muyao touched her own face, "It looks exactly like me now."
"How did I die back then?"
Speaking of this, an expression of deep pain appeared in Di Fu Yuan's peach blossom eyes, which had turned red.
For a moment, he couldn't control his emotions.
No matter how much time passed, he couldn't forget.
At this moment, Su Muyao could sense the sadness emanating from Di Fu Yuan, "You... what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just thinking of your death back then."
"Was I killed by some beastman, or some power?"
Di Fu Yuan shook his head and said, "No."
Under his protection, no one could harm her in the slightest.
