As soon as the door opened, she saw a figure standing by the window.

Wearing a long coat, there is a hint of silver on the temples, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and sharp lines.

From a distance, it looks like an unsheathed sword.

Hard, sharp, cold.

But when he turned around, his tough eyebrows gradually melted away, and his stern face became a little warmer.

"Yunrong, are you okay?"

"Are you injured?"

Jiang Yunrong closed the door, his brows covered with frost, and he said in a loud voice: "Don't do this."

"Guangling is not that far away from here."

"If you really care about me so much, why haven't you even farted for all these years?"
Chapter completed!