Ye Hishi Ranye Mu Li

Footsteps grew closer. Ye Hidan's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, grabbing a hairpin that lay abandoned nearby.,Meanwhile, clovers had silently intertwined in the dark hair behind Ye Xiayan's back, their four leaves swaying constantly, hinting at excitement.,Yè Hísǎn discovered nothing, furrowed her brows and softly murmured, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。