The Qingyun Sect Master led Tang Feng into a boudoir and then guided him inside.
The scent of medicine, it had been a long time since he last smelled it, not less than a hundred types.
The Qingyun Sect Master was not accustomed to it, and Tang Feng noticed his subconscious actions.
Sure enough, it's not true love, no one could beat that look of disdain.
"She's over there, take a look." With that, he turned around and left.
Tang Feng was speechless too.
Marrying such a man, who knows if it's fortune or misfortune.
Tang Feng walked up to the woman, still familiar in appearance, yet it seemed like thousands of years had passed.
"Lady, there's no outsider here, no need to pretend." Tang Feng smiled.
You!
"Yes, I've noticed, you're not actually sick, why pretend?" Tang Feng laughed.
Gao Xinyi elegantly sat up, her face showing not a trace of illness, this woman was a master of acting.
"Doctor, don't talk nonsense, Spirit Stones won't be scarce for you."
