This voice...
Chi Huan was held in Mo Shiqian's arms, her face buried in his chest, unable to see the woman who had come, but after five years, she recognized her without any difficulty.
After all, this couple was like the dragon and phoenix among people, not easily forgotten.
Hearing this gentle voice tinged with a hint of biting coldness, the man, half-drenched in blood, furrowed his brows and lifted his cold gaze to look over.
A beautiful face came into view.
In the little fishing village by the banks of Jiang City, she could be said to be the most beautiful woman he had encountered so far.
Even though he had just seen Chi Huan a few minutes ago, Chi Huan's face was often seen on screens, and what it represented was different.
Wen Yi's facial features were gentle, especially when she smiled.
