Chapter 138 Who Is The Withered Willow

• Su Yao stood motionless, watching as he approached her with long strides under the dim starlight.
• His lips were tightly pressed together, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and there was evident concern between his brows. His pitch-black eyes were fixed on her, as if the entire world ceased to exist and only she occupied his vision at that moment.
• Despite the frost on his face, he still looked remarkably pleasing, just like the young man in white who had entered her heart a decade ago.