Lin Churan heard this and was momentarily stunned before letting out a light chuckle, "Chen Feng? How could it be him?"
"It's definitely Chen Feng. I couldn't possibly mistake him," Jiang Yingxue said, pouting.
She didn't really want to burst her best friend's bubble, but it was indeed the truth.
Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, shrouded in mist, seeing only a blurry figure, Jiang Yingxue needed just one glance to be absolutely sure that it was Chen Feng's silhouette.
"I don't believe it, how could Chen Feng possibly have such a... presence," Lin Churan pouted, her pretty face slightly stiff.
As they were speaking,
the fog over Yanhui Lake grew thicker and thicker until the entire lake was a vast haze, a white expanse where nothing could be seen anymore.
The evening breeze came, bringing a hint of coolness.
Both girls were dressed lightly and now couldn't help feeling cold.
