C341 Recognition

Buzzing...

In that instant, Yang Yushan's mind was filled with a resonant hum.

He abruptly looked up to see the speaker now standing not far in front of him, gazing at him with a half-smile.

Clad in white, purer than the driven snow, his long hair cascaded freely.

Who else could it be but Shen Jun?

Yushan.

Such an endearing address, delivered in a tone so casual yet so deeply familiar