That figure!
Even more handsome than eight years ago, with an added touch of composure. But no matter how time flowed, or how the world changed, that face had never changed; those eyes were still as deep, as suave as when the two had said their farewells.
The moment Mu Zhiruo saw Guo Yi, she felt her heart shatter.
How hard had these eight years been for him, to have gained such an imposing ability?
How tough had his journey been, to have reached such a pinnacle of strength?
Just as Mu Zhiruo prepared to step forward, Sikong immediately stopped her and said, "Zhi Ruo, you can't go over there. Once they start fighting, my master's aura might hurt you."
Whoosh!
Mu Zhiruo waved her hand, and Sikong stumbled several steps backwards.
"Hmph!" Mu Zhiruo's pretty face turned icy as she said, "Ding Qianqiu is not capable of hurting me!"
