Jiang Manyun's breathing paused, her expression slightly restrained.
From their first meeting in Licheng a few months ago, it felt like an eternity had passed for her.
Seeing Lin Qingluo again, she clearly sensed that the gap between them had grown even larger.
How could it be her?
The girl with the Thunder Dragon?!
Jiang Yefeng was shocked to see the girl in the green dress sitting by the stone table, his heart trembling and eyes almost popping out.
"Chirp chirp."
Little Kingfisher saw his embarrassed appearance, landed on its master's shoulder and chirped crisply. Its disdainful gaze was incredibly haughty.
"Ahem ahem."
Jiang Yefeng felt obviously despised by Little Kingfisher, his face flushed, he glanced sideways at Jiang Manyun, revealing a bit of fierceness and a hint of urging.