Ye Shaoguang looked at Yue Tingfeng. "Do you want to oppose me, Tingfeng?"
Through the thin rain and mist, the two men stared at each other. Their eyes exuded a cold that cut deep into their bones, but the expressions on their faces were light.
The umbrella in Yue Tingfeng's hand was completely held over Yan Qingsi's head. The left half of his body was not covered and rainwater fell on him, but he seemed not to know.
Yue Tingfeng's voice was clear and cold. "We've never been on the same side."
Because they had never been friends, rather than opposing, perhaps they had been enemies from the start.
Ye Shaoguang said lightly, "I never thought that I would see the day that you fall deeply in love."
Yue Tingfeng replied casually, "Believe it, yours isn't far behind."
The corner of Ye Shaoguang's lips curled into a scornful smile.
