The sound of the wailing wind fell silent, and it was quiet as if only she and Nan Changfeng were left...
"Jiu'er..."
Nan Changfeng's voice was weak. It was as if he would lose it at any moment.
He looked at Feng Ruqing in front of him with a warm smile on the corner of his lips.
Perhaps it was his voice that made Feng Ruqing regain her senses. She did not glance at the group of people in front of her again. Instead, she squatted in front of Nan Changfeng and held his hand tightly.
"I will not spare anyone who hurt you!"
Nan Changfeng had already lost his life, but he used the power of his soul as a consumption, only to... Wait for her to appear...
To see her one more time.
Even just one glance.
Nan Changfeng smiled weakly. "What will happen to us... In the future?"
Feng Ruqing froze, and she looked at Nan Changfeng in silence.
