A head full of white hair

However, in ye Linuo's memories, Narong Yeche had black hair. His black hair was as soft as silk and sometimes fell to his back. Under the moonlight, it was extremely beautiful and gave off the feeling of a floating immortal.

Ye Linuo's expression was dazed for a moment. Looking at the silver-haired na Rong ye che in front of her, she felt that he had that kind of elegant and otherworldly aura.

It was very ethereal.

The silver-haired man smiled gently at ye Linuo, and his eyes were filled with a gentle light, like water, like a spring breeze. Just one look could warm a person's heart.

Meeting such a gaze, Ye Li nuo's heart trembled.

Because ye Linuo was also familiar with this kind of gaze. Narong Yeche smiled at her in the same way.

She had already recalled all of Yun Ruoxi's memories, so she had a deep impression of her.