Long Xinghe's feelings were complex, and in the end, all turned into a severe pain in his heart, "Wuya..."
"Ali..." Feng Wuya, however, was only concerned about the person he needed to care for in his heart.
Long Xinghe couldn't describe what he was feeling inside; it was both painful and unwilling.
It turned out that his heart wasn't truly at peace, that there was also someone he cared about deeply.
He just never spoke of it, never showed any sign.
No one knew of his feelings, no one cared about who occupied his heart.
At least, those people didn't care.
Her foolish Wuya!
"Ali..." Feng Wuya's hand fell to his own chest, weakly fumbling.
It seemed like he was searching for something.
Long Xinghe, with sharp eyes, noticed the pendant hanging from his neck.
She grabbed it and presented it before him, "Is this what you're looking for?"
But what is this thing?
On the pendant, there seemed to be... a hidden latch?