Chu Qianli was chased to the top of the mountain.
The qinggong of the person behind her was so incredible it was beyond belief.
Among those she knew, few were as formidable.
She had thought she would easily escape, but before she knew it, she was caught up to.
The wind whisked by, and in just a moment, there was nowhere left to run.
At the edge of the cliff, Chu Qianli stopped, turning back to stare at the man who had lightly landed behind her.
"Feng Qihe?" So the person with the high martial arts skills was Feng Qihe.
Had she, perhaps, underestimated Prince's martial arts?
"This Prince didn't come looking for you, yet unexpectedly, you delivered yourself to my doorstep," he said.
Feng Qihe took a step forward, gazing into her bright and clear eyes.
Under the moonlight, those eyes sparkled with a familiar glow.
So, captivating!
No matter how one looked, it never seemed enough.
How could they be so similar?
