"Eh?"
When the man was less than ten meters away from Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang, he suddenly stopped, looking at them with a surprised face.
He sensed the change in them at this moment with sharp acuity.
They appeared to be just standing there hand in hand, but now they radiated a aura of perfect harmony, as if both had become one.
These two young individuals, whom he had not taken seriously before, now seemed different, as if in a moment they had both turned into exceedingly sharp blades.
From afar, they appeared fiercely cold and grim.
Close up, they were injurious.
An inexplicable sense of crisis welled up, giving the man an absurd feeling.
How could this be?
Was it an illusion?
Shocked, the man unconsciously stopped in his tracks and observed the two from a distance of ten meters.
Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang exchanged glances. Qin Yanyang's face turned red, and seeing her expression, Yang Fei felt his heartbeat quicken.
