Chapter 230

At this time, yechen, as seen by Anya at Yang Lao’s banquet, is just the same. It’s gloomy and cold. There’s a violent air flowing through the whole body. It’s very aggressive. There’s no tenderness in those deep eyes. Some of them are just desolate and cold.

The stars in the sky are dim in an instant!

The long and elegant hair is flying in disorder. A few strands of hair brush the cheek, blurring the eyes. The white moonlight is pouring out. It is like a dream between the kapok tree and Magnolia. She thinks the moonlight tonight is the most beautiful moonlight she has seen in her life.

But in a flash, she felt cold!

How did she forget that although the moonlight is beautiful, it is always cold, like her heart at the moment, soaking in the moonlight, getting colder and colder.

Yechen, you’ve pushed me out of my heart, haven’t you?

Because of that sentence, it killed the future that you and I weaved together.

Time seems to be still, no one speaks, and the exchange between ye sanshao and Cheng Anya can’t find a trace of temperature in their eyes. Yang zekun is on the side, smiling coldly. The man who is facing the wind is a Shura.