The autumn wind blows gently, and Zongxia's heart is inexplicably cold. She can't see the girl's face, but the familiar figure makes her inexplicably sure, that's Luo Yun.

Zong Xia didn't care about Anze and didn't pay attention to calling her Nuo fan behind her. She raised her feet and slowly approached the two people.

Anze swallowed her saliva fiercely, reached out to remove the sun hat on her head, but the outstretched hand was inexplicably stuck in the middle of the air, afraid of any further action.

anxiaoli, who was in a hurry to catch up with Anze, looked at Anze's worried appearance angrily. Her face was pale. She...