A sorry look flashed across Feng Yan's jovial sloe eyes when he heard Ye Qingge's words. It was as if the emotions that he had hidden away carefully had been noticed, catching him off guard.
"Get up! The ground is cold!" Feng Yan reached out his hand.
Ye Qingge's legs were slightly numb after sitting for so long. She took Feng Yan's hand and got up. "Thank you."
"Feng Yan!" The man spoke in a fine as soft as ever as he stared at Ye Qingge's red nose.
"Mmm?" Her voice was a little nasal from all her crying but sounded very nice.
"My name." The corners of his lips curved into a slight angle but held a sense of indulgence.
This was his first time giving his name to someone else of his own volition, leave alone to a woman.
What woman in Cloud City would not know his name?
"Ye Qingge." She gave him her name out of politeness.
