Bai Zhan was still alive.
Looking at this familiar old face that was full of wrinkles and had sparse eyebrows, the part of Shiroya's memory that belonged to " Shiroya " inevitably came back to life.
"Grandpa." master! Bai Ye called out softly, a subconscious attachment in his voice.
No matter which White Night she was, she would never be able to erase the love between the grandfather and the grandson. It was also a kind of blood-related, natural and intimate sentimentality.
"Your Highness, miss Bai." Diwu qingke did not get too close.
Diwu Longhai's expression had eased a lot when he heard Diwu qingke's voice, but his heart was still in his mouth!
He calculated that there was still a little more than half of the fifteen minutes left. Therefore, "Bai Zhan himself" was still not within their control range.
