At the corner of the stairs, Phoenix stood quietly there, smiling gently, looking at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu was also standing there quietly.
He never imagined, even in dreams, that he would see Phoenix in the Scripture Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple!
Ye Qiu rubbed his eyes vigorously, and pinched his arm twice with force, feeling the pain, he laughed.
Laughed brilliantly.
"Phoenix, why are you here?" Ye Qiu took a few steps forward, without saying a word, swung his right arm, tightly enclosing Phoenix in his arms, feeling the warm temperature of Phoenix's body, he was once again sure that all this was real!
The person before his eyes was Phoenix!
Phoenix was still alive!
This was not a dream!
Not an illusion!
"Why are you here?" Phoenix also hugged Ye Qiu tighter, and asked softly.
