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Feng Rong's jaw dropped as she saw a figure approaching her.

"Yo...You. How?"

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Just some time back, his body was full of scars, and she fed him the porridge. In the condition he was in, it would have taken a few days to heal completely. But contrary to her expectation. He was in front of her, with no blemishes and scars.

Yes, An Di was approaching her. He was dressed in a new black robe, and his silver hair drooped to his waist. He had a slight smile on his face. Surprisingly, he did not cover his face with the half mask.

When she saw his beautifully sculpted face, Feng Rong's heart raced faster, and she blushed slightly.

She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and looked at An Di, who stood beside her, his eyes fixed on the burning city.

"How?" she inquired yet again. She couldn't believe he was completely healed.

"It's a secret." He said as he turned to look her in the eyes.