Qin Yao was gesticulating as she spoke, her face showing an unusual glow, not the gratitude of someone often saved but the tenderness of family.
Touched by Qin Yao's genuine emotion, Zhou Feng was also moved. His gaze swept over the already sleeping Lan Feng without saying anything. His eyes only revealed the same concern as Qin Yao's.
Over the past two days of interacting with Qin Yao, Zhou Feng had been unable to maintain a calm mindset. It was a peculiar feeling, and Zhou Feng believed that perhaps the young woman before him might be the only one who cannot let him maintain his original disposition. That captivating melody, graceful figure, and celestial voice quietly settled in Zhou Feng's heart.
The two were silent for a moment, Qin Yao looked at Zhou Feng and suddenly asked: "Brother Feng, why are you here?"
Returning his gaze to Qin Yao, Zhou Feng gave a bittersweet smile: "For cultivation."
"Cultivation?" Qin Yao looked at Zhou Feng puzzled, murmuring.
