Suddenly noticing someone behind him, Lan Xuanyu was taken aback. The man's strikingly handsome face, blue long hair, and white suit all created a dazzling impression. More importantly, an ineffable sense of kinship and warmth seemed to emanate from his smile, enveloping him and bringing an indescribable sense of security.
"Uncle Le," Lan Xuanyu recognized Tang Le at a glance. Despite the long absence, how could he possibly forget the visage of Master Le?
Tang Le smiled and nodded, gently patting Lan Xuanyu's head, "You've grown up."
His palm was very warm, seemingly transmitting a faint sense of warmth into Lan Xuanyu's body, filling his heart with tenderness. Meanwhile, Tang Le experienced another kind of feeling, finding in Lan Xuanyu's presence something that brought him a particular sense of peace, warmth, relaxation, and familiarity. Any fleeting negative emotions in his heart instantly vanished in that moment.
