C198 We Met Just like That

Gu Yufei was very familiar with this voice. It was the voice that used to rub her ears and temples, used to be gentle and gentle, and even used to be heartbreaking.

As the footsteps approached, that familiar figure once again stood in front of Gu Yufei.

It was still the familiar Moh Zixuan. He was dressed in a straight and elegant manner. For someone like him