บท 221: It's You Again?

"A-Yuan..." Yang Yiting stared blankly at the man in black, who was incredibly tensed up, but faced her with a smile, and was a little stunned for a while. 

The warm sunlight slanted on him through the shade of the surrounding trees, making his striking silver hair glow with a mild pale golden luster.

Although this luster was extremely warm and harmonious, it still deeply hurt Yang Yiting's eyes.

She raised her head to cover his paler and thinner handsome face. This handsome face with sharp edges was already thin, and now his cheeks were sunken. For some reason, Yang Yiting only felt grief stricken in her heart, and a few crystal teardrops had slipped uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.