"It's been so long since we've seen each other, don't you want to hug me?"
With a smile, Xue An said this, simultaneously opening his arms, seemingly waiting for Yue Qinghuan to approach.
Yue Qinghuan's cheeks instantly flushed, but her eyes became confused.
"Yes, indeed we should hug!"
As these words were spoken, she dumbly walked forward, attempting to throw herself into Xue An's embrace.
Xue An's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a hint of a triumphant smile.
But in the next moment, a crimson little sword suddenly emerged from between his brows, then slashed down, instantly splitting him into two halves.
Strangely, though this "Xue An" was chopped into halves, not a drop of blood spilled. Instead, he let out a cry filled with unwillingness, then dispersed like mist.
As this figure disappeared, Yue Qinghuan shuddered, the confusion in her eyes faded, returning to her usual clarity.
Then she saw, standing opposite her, a young man holding the crimson little sword.
