As soon as the words of the white moon are exported, for Ye Cheng, March in Yangchun instantly turns into June in flying frost and thousands of miles in ice.

"What do you say? What about Qiao Rubing and Chen Luoxue? You can make it clear. Ye Cheng stepped back, a subconscious action of doubt and denial. Ye Chenghuang had some yellowish thoughts just now, but now, everything is washed away by the words of the white moon. At this moment, Ye Chengman's mind is thinking about what is the meaning of Baiyue's words?

"Ye Cheng..." Before I said anything, Ye Cheng's face had already sunk down, and the slightly...