Was Ye Feng coming to bid farewell to himself?
For her sake, he was actually going to venture into the primeval forest of White Mountain?
Each word struck her ears, and Han Xiaoyun's body trembled, involuntarily recalling her previous attitude towards Ye Feng. Her grip loosened, and the phone slid to the ground as she hurriedly chased downstairs.
But by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, Ye Feng's figure had already disappeared.
"Pitter-patter... pitter-patter..."
Han Xiaoyun's tears, like pearls dropped from a string, fell to the ground one after another, blurring her vision.
For her sake, Ye Feng was willing to risk his safety and head into the primeval forest of White Mountain, filled with countless ferocious beasts.
As for why Ye Feng didn't come to the faculty dormitory, it wasn't because he didn't care about her, but because he feared he couldn't control himself in front of her, so he intentionally kept his distance.
