As before, the erect nose bridge, chiseled face, deep narrow phoenix eyes, and bloodstained lips. However, from his jaw to his chest, Feng Xie has a large burn mark. Those horrific scars spread across his skin, as if telling Wanyan Mingyue about the things Feng Xie once experienced.
"Brother Xie, you haven't aged, you've just matured!"
Wanyan Mingyue's fingertips gently touched Feng Xie's scars, her eyes filled with heartache. "It must have hurt a lot, right? Who was heartless enough to hurt you like this? Was it my brother?"
Feng Xie did not answer Wanyan Mingyue's question. He just peacefully looked at her. This face, he could never tire of it. Previously serene and peaceful, now lively and vivid, he never thought that he could have a conversation with Wanyan Mingyue like this in this lifetime.
Feng Xie's silence made Wanyan Mingyue feel sad.
