His deep-set facial features, stern outline, and profound eyes, besides the differences in his hair and eye color, he looked just like her Brother Xiu Yan. Could it be that Brother Xiu Yan never died?
A mist filled Ji Nuan's eyes, the joy of regaining what she had lost made her whole body visibly tremble in excitement. Not caring if her muddy paws would soil "Xiu Yan", she reached out and grabbed the orc's arm, "You're alright! You are still alive!"
Although her eyes were filled with tears, the eyes that were washed by the tears shone even brighter, filled with dependency and a burning desire.
Kun's body gave a jolt, his heart pounding in a way he had never felt before.
He felt a strange palpitation coming from the small, white hand of the young female. Starting from the spot she was grasping, it gradually spread throughout his body, as if completing his life.
His deep-set eyes grew darker, hidden behind the golden pupils was an unwavering determination and possessiveness.
