As they walked, they arrived at their destination. In a pavilion, a man dressed in a moon-white brocade robe stood with his back to them, his hands folded behind him.
The cold wind was desolate, and the scene conveyed a sense of chilly moonlight infiltrating the treetops.
The man was obviously Yan Nanchen.
As they approached, Lin Qinghua made a sound and Yan Nanchen turned around, his gaze immediately landing on her.
"Jiaojiao is here," he said affectionately, his tone gentle.
Lin Jiaojiao, however, felt an inexplicable urge to vomit. In her previous life, she already thought that Yan Nanchen didn't look like a good person.
It was only because Yan Sihan served as a greater and more visible "villain" that she didn't feel an intense aversion.
Upon seeing Yan Nanchen today, she simply couldn't bear his disgust.
Meanwhile, Lin Qinghua had quietly retreated out of the pavilion, leaving the two of them alone.
