Even without looking back, Long Chen could sense an aura similar to Leng Yueyan’s. But it possessed a gentleness that Leng Yueyan did not have. Long Chen then rubbed her hands. “Cangyue, I missed you.”

Long Chen looked back and stared into Ming Cangyue’s eyes. There was a gentle and soft emotion within that cold gaze.

Leng Yueyan’s gaze also had warmth in it when she looked at him, but that warmth was sharp. That was the greatest difference between the two of them. Even without sensing their auras, just their eyes were enough for him to differentiate them.

Leng Yueyan had left at some point, as if giving them space. Ming Cangyue then gently rubbed Long Chen’s gaze. She smiled sweetly. “Originally,...