Yun bixue snapped out of her daze and caught up to Xie Yuqing with her transparent body. She looked at the young man in front of her. He was as gentle as Jade, exquisitely sculpted, and exuded an otherworldly charm. He was so beautiful that Yun bixue could not find any words to describe his temperament and elegance.
She thought that this was a young man who could easily make people fall in love at first sight. He was noble and flawless, with all the elegance of heaven and earth.
Seeing his face so clearly, Yun bixue felt a sense of sorrow and coldness, as if there was some pain in her heart that was tormenting her.
It was as if they were very familiar with each other. They had just met, but there was a sense of familiarity that seeped into her bones.
However, this familiar feeling made her want to cry.
Yun bixue couldn't help but Mutter,""If life was like the first time we met, why would the West Wind grieve for the moon ..."
