"Ah Feng..."

soft call, murmuring, piercing the spirit of summer desert wind, like a burning knife cutting butter, following the trace of this sound, the chaos of frost and snow, the blur of fog, was melted down for a while and gradually dissipated.

Yueer

with all his strength, summer desert wind propped up his eyelids and looked at Chu zhaoyue's long and narrow eyes. The haze like thick yarn and thick fog faded slowly, and the dark black eyes like the vast night sky slowly brightened up. Just at this moment, this pair of eyes, which are so bright that people can't bear to look away, are permeated with light...