Ever since they found out about Xing Jiu 'an's past and his identity, these students had all become his fans, and they all liked her very much.
Although some people had said that they wanted to pursue Xing Jiu 'an, they were only talking in private.
To them, Xing Jiu 'an was almost a God - like existence.
It was like a boiling flame, a dazzling light.
Who would want to blaspheme a God? Who would want to touch the fire? Who would want to hold light in their own hands ...
Lu zhichen had done it.
He held his own light in his own hands.
This was not a delusion, nor was it the simplest expectation. He wanted to hold this ball of light tightly forever.
I won't exchange anything!
Xing Jiu 'an and Lu zhichen went to the training ground outside. The snow on the ground had been cleaned up, so they didn't have to worry about slipping.
Xing Jiu 'an's face was white from the cold wind. Lu zhichen frowned and helped her put on her hat.
