As Yue manzhu spoke, she looked deeply at Anlan Xintong, her eyes filled with a deep light.
He was tall and slender, like a Jade Tree.
He stood quietly at the door, his clothes as white as snow, with a blood-weeping magnificence, like a painting, making people's hearts beat faster.
Anlan Xintong looked at Yue manzhu in this state, and her heart almost jumped out of her control.
Anlan Xintong looked at Yue manzhu in a daze, still not completely coming back to her senses.
Yue manzhu glanced at an LAN Xintong. After saying that, she turned around and left.
Anlan Xintong looked at Yue manzhu's figure. Under the night sky, the wind blew, as if he was about to turn into a feather and disappear.
Anlan Xintong's heart was in her throat.
A gust of wind blew, and her face turned cold before she came back to her senses.
Anlan Xintong came back to her senses and realized something.
