The man in black battle armor seen in Mu Qingyan's eyes was a solitary and indifferent person.
It seemed that in this man's eyes, apart from himself, who was the focus of his gaze, there was no one else in the world worth a second glance.
Even an extraordinary woman, unparalleled in beauty and elegance, was no exception.
"Is this... Zhou Yan? Why do I feel such a familiar sensation?"
Mu Qingyan was slightly startled, and then she came back to her senses. She gently lowered her complicated gaze and stepped aside, making way for the man in black battle armor.
Everywhere in the starry sky seemed to be a path, hence it appeared to be a vast void, as if there were no paths to tread.
Mu Qingyan did not stand in front of Zhou Yan, yet she felt like she had become a stumbling block on this path.
As she stepped aside, she didn't notice that the man in black battle armor in front of her also made way, his gaze equally startled.
