In foreign lands we meet old acquaintances, fellow townsmen see each other, yet there are no tears of joy, only the intent to kill.
Although as a beginner, Xu Yuan currently couldn't sense the presence of "intention", the look of wanting to stab someone was always unmistakable.
Their gazes intertwined amidst the wind and snow.
Xu Yuan chuckled, patting Zhou Chen's shoulder, and said,
"Mr. Zhou, no need to be nervous, she's an acquaintance of mine."
With that remark, Zhou Chen withdrew his hand from the sword hilt, but still watched the distant woman warily.
Hearing this familiar voice, Xu Mengxi's tone carried a chill and a trace of faint disbelief:
"Xu... Changtian?"
Xu Yuan slowly walked up to Xu Mengxi, his long hair scattering in the night of wind and snow, his smile gentle:
"What, we couldn't recognize each other after not seeing each other for two years before, and now, a few months apart, and you don't recognize me?"
"......"
