It seems like something is missing.

Chen Yan sat up from the bed and looked down at her hands.

After watching for a while, a figure suddenly appeared in her room out of nowhere, and she looked up vigilantly.

The man who came was dressed in red, with a tall and straight figure. His face was as perfect as if it was carved by a god, and he was extremely enchanting. He walked towards me.

"You're awake." He smiled seductively.

Before Chen Yan could react for a moment, the other party had already raised his hand to touch her head. She instinctively took out a dagger and stabbed his palm!

Pierce directly!

Blood is oozing out!

The red-dressed man's face suddenly changed. He felt pain and looked at Chen Yan with confusion: "A Yan, what are you doing?"

Ah Yan?

Chen Yan's eyes darkened slightly, "Feng Xingyao, why are you back?"

The man in red was stunned when he heard this, then smiled bitterly: "I came back just to see you."

He frowned and pulled out the dagger that pierced his palm.

He gasped, seemingly in pain.

Chen Yan walked closer to him, lowered her eyes, and said in a rather apologetic tone: "I just recognized the wrong person."

Feng Xingyao felt happy when he heard her admit her mistake. He said to her softly, "It's okay, Ah Yan. Don't take it to heart."

As he spoke, he subconsciously wanted to raise his uninjured arm and hug the person in front of him.

Just when his hand was about to touch Chen Yan's body, something unexpected happened!

There was a flash of cold light, and an extremely sharp sword pierced straight into his chest at lightning speed. The sword body instantly sank into it, all the way to the hilt.

Feng Xingyao's expression froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain.

Chen Yan looked at him quietly, her eyes as cold as ice, and she said lightly: "Fake, after all, can't compare to the real."