Yan Qingsi froze at the sound of that voice. That voice she had to rack her brain to remember, then suddenly and unexpectedly, it appeared right in front of her eyes.
Time seemed to have stood still in that moment—he piano music around them fading into the background. All that was left was that person standing right in front of her.
She thought she had forgotten about him, but now, there he was standing right in front of her. Time and space faded into oblivion. When she looked into his eyes, she felt like she was back at that cold, dark, and sinful place.
Yan Qingsi's grip was slowly tightening up, to the point where Yue Tingfeng's arms were starting to hurt.
Seeing Yan Qingsi stunned like that at the sight of Helan Fangnian left a sour taste in Yue Tingfeng's mouth. Smiling at Helan Fangnian, he said, "Helan… what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost. Is my partner that scary?"
