"Give me the things, I'll go back to my place now."
Dongfang Yanran put on her peaked cap, stood up and pulled Lu Fan's arm to stand up together, walked to the stone steps of the main hall, took the tray into her hands, then turned and left.
"Lu Fan..."
Lu Fan was turning around to follow, when he was suddenly startled.
"Lu Fan..."
A call that seemed to come from ancient times, tearing apart the vicissitudes of time, sounded deeply behind Lu Fan.
He was suddenly startled and looked back subconsciously.
Fan Wushe was standing behind him with his hands folded, his pale face and scarlet eyes looking at him with a smile.
"Are you talking to me?"
Lu Fan looked at him in surprise.
"What?"
Fan Wushe was stunned: "What did you say?"
"fine."
Lu Fan stared at him suspiciously, and when he turned around again, the sound had disappeared. He followed Dongfang Yanran and left directly out of the temple.
At this time, it was late at night and the sea breeze was blowing.
Lu Fan saw Dongfang Yanran holding the tray and paused, standing quietly at the door of the temple in a daze. Lu Fan asked curiously: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Dongfang Yanran shook her head and said nothing.
But his shoulders were twitching slightly.
Lu Fan felt something was wrong, took a step forward and looked back, only to see that there were tears on that otherworldly face...
Dongfang Yanran cried!
Lu Fan never dreamed that he would be able to see this fairy who came down from the Nine Heavens in his lifetime. Cry?
"Then what, why are you crying?"
Lu Fan reached into his trouser pocket and took out a tissue to wipe her tears.
