บท 472: Meeting an Old Friend (3)

At that moment, the air seemed to have stopped. In the oil lamp, the sparks burned with a small crackling sound.

Shen Miao looked up at him.

The young man in purple smiled faintly and looked at Shen Miao. Their shadows were reflected on the ground, making them look like he was kissing Shen Miao.

He slowly retracted his hand and sat back down. His voice was still happy as he said, "Long time no see, Shen Miao."

The purple-clothed young man reached out and removed the mask on his face.

His eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes were filled with gentleness. It was as if he was still the handsome young man two years ago. The smile on his lips was as frivolous and mischievous as ever, but his eyes were no longer arrogant.