"Yes, long time no see..." Yan Ruohuang watched Xia Yimo, her vision gradually became soft from the sharp talent. Who could think that she could meet Yan Ruohao all her life?

Xia Yimo twisted her eyebrows slightly, which was different from the last time she saw her a few years ago. She did not have the arrogance and contempt that came out of her bones in the past. Nowadays, Yan Ruocheng makes her feel indescribable... It's not hatred or hatred. It's like losing her soul. It's clear that in a moment, she slipped through some kind of grudge against herself, but now she's like a stranger.

"Ruohang..."

"I have something...