Watching the flying vessel disappear into the horizon, Nanfeng Zhirou felt a rare sense of loss.
"Sigh, stop looking. He is destined to be a person from a different world from us." Nanfeng Ruoqing behind her sighed faintly.
Nanfeng Zhirou turned around, her beautiful eyes already holding tears.
Not knowing why, when she heard Nanfeng Ruoqing's words, her tears flowed down against her will.
"Aunt, I . . . I . . ." Nanfeng Zhirou choked on her words.
Seeing Nanfeng Zhirou like this, Nanfeng Ruoqing also felt sour in her heart.
Her niece was so, but how was she not too?
It was just that her feelings were much more reserved compared to Nanfeng Zhirou and would not be as emotional as Nanfeng Zhirou.
Who knew when it started, but Ye Yuan's figure would surface in Nanfeng Ruoqing's mind ceaselessly.