C65 Unreachable childhood

His pitch-black eyes were deep like the night sky as he looked at Xiao Yuelin. The wind from the window blew in, and swept up the silver hair on Xiao Menghan's back, dancing in the air.

That silver light pricked Xiao Yuelin, causing his hands to tremble. In the end, he put the spear down.

"Han Han, let's talk."

"Alright." Xiao Menghan's answer was very straightforward and brief