C198 Consort xian was shocked

It was already late in the night, and the air was still chilly. "Pa Da", a voice even softer than a breeze could be heard faintly in the air. The sound was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Feng Qianyue slowly raised his hand and touched his face. His face was wet as he looked at his finger with doubt.

Was it tears?

Or the dew at night?

However