A familiar aura enveloped Yu Wan.
Yu Wan did not need to look to guess who caught her. While she was glad, she also felt that it was too unbelievable. It was as if he could appear in time every time she encountered danger.
Yu Wan's hanging heart calmed down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him steadily. Ever since she was taken away by the black envoy, it had been almost two months since she last saw Yan Jiuchao. His face was still the same, so handsome that it didn't seem real, but there was a hint of coldness between his eyebrows.
Yu Wan touched his slightly blue lips with her fingertips, her heart a little sore and swollen. "You didn't shave?"
This man who liked to show off wished he could shave three times a day. His clothes were worn differently for three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and he lived more exquisitely than anyone else every day. However, in order to find her, he had to suffer the sandstorm.
