Li Muyun was still calm and confident. He was like a leisurely king, showing his dazzling brilliance. He had a strange charm: He could easily let people have an inexplicable feeling of closeness. Standing there silently, he attracted people's attention immediately.

Liang Feixue was still wordless.

His white shirt was like snow, and his black hair flew. He stood silently behind Li Muyun and was like a javelin. His almond-shaped eyes had soft light, which were like ...