To Turn a Blind Eye to Overhear
At this moment, Yan Ruyu.
He was a young man from five hundred years ago.
Although the current him was indifferent, he had never met any stunning or peerless girl, nor had he had any physical contact with anyone else.
Therefore, when he saw the young girl extend her hand towards him, he was stunned.
Before he could say anything, the woman's voice was heard.
"I've been looking for you for a long time."
The doubt on Yan Ruyu's face still hadn't disappeared.
The girl's hands were already holding his.
Her hand was warm.
His hand, however, was extremely cold.
"Your hand is so cold."
As he remembered it, his master's body was still as cold as ever.
"I thought it would be hard for me to see you."
Yan Ruyu frowned slightly.
As the son of the Feng Family, he was able to see through the thoughts of the young girl in front of him. When she said these words, she wasn't lying.