Before Xia Yanran could say anything, Xiao Yi released his hand that was holding on tightly to her waist.
Looking at his cold face, Xia Yanran could not help saying, "Xiao Yi, you still have me in your heart, don't you? If not, you wouldn't have come all the way here…"
"Miss Xia." He interrupted her coldly, looking at her with his hawk-like sharp eyes. "I came here to find out some things about Yi Ran. It has nothing to do with you."
So that was it.
His gaze seemed to want to pierce through her, and his voice seemed to want to freeze her to death.
Xia Yanran's heart quivered. Xiao Yi ignored Xia Yanran and looked at the temple on the mountain.
A fire had broken out. The place where the fire started seemed to be from where Jue Chen was living.
Xia Yanran also looked at the place where the fire had broken out. She and Xiao Yi hurried back up the mountain at the same time.
