Ye... Ye Feng?
Is that Ye Feng's voice?
Has he come?
Am I hallucinating?
Lying on the ground, Mu Ya struggled to lift her head, gazing forwards with slightly blurred vision!
Because her vision was somewhat blurred, Mu Ya couldn't see very clearly, but she was certain, that was... Ye Feng's figure!
Because Ye Feng's silhouette had long been deeply engraved in her heart!
"Ye... Feng..." Mu Ya weakly murmured the name, a hint of a first love-like curve on her lips!
Ye Feng, along with eighteen followers, arrived in Washington and had just parked in front of the White House when he saw a few white police officers beating a black girl!
This black girl seemed faintly familiar to Ye Feng, which is why he called out to those officers!
As the girl raised her head, Ye Feng instantly recognized her, his expression changing slightly!
"Mu Ya..."
Mu Ya, whom Ye Feng had saved the last time he was in Africa!
Wasn't she in Africa?
Wasn't she living with her people?
