Hazy white smoke came out from the cold black hole, and it was quickly blown away by the cold wind in the forest. The girl standing in front of the crowd had a cold expression. Her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a ferocity that did not suit her age.
The wind in the mountain forest blew on the girl, blowing her skirt and the waist-length black hair which was fluttering around her face.
At that moment, Zhao Youlin was like an unsheathed sharp blade, making people frightened. They were afraid that they would be stabbed by the sharp blade if they got closer, but they were subconsciously attracted by it.
Li Yan's eyes widened and fixated on the girl, who was standing in the wind not far away. He stood in disbelief. He only felt that the figure that was hidden deep in his heart and could never be forgotten was inevitably overlapped with that person at this moment. It made his heart, which had been dead for a long time, start to beat again.
