Chen Yan looked at the young man in white in front of her with an indifferent expression, and felt an indescribable complex feeling in her heart.
She was absolutely certain that the person in front of her was the fragment of Feng Xingyao's soul.
"This is a soul fragment." Chen Yan took out the soul fragment again.
The boy's eyes were fixed on the soul fragment in her palm that was emitting a faint halo. He felt something in his heart and unconsciously took a step closer.
"Whose soul fragment is this...?"
His tone was hesitant, but he already had some guesses in his mind.
"Feng Xingyao." Chen Yan's voice was cold, but when she said the name, there was an inexplicable hint of tenderness and affection.
The young man looked up at Chen Yan, but saw that she was staring at him without blinking, and his heart skipped a beat.
Chen Yan asked softly, "How do you feel when you see this soul fragment?"
Feel?
The boy's gaze fell back on the soul fragment, "Very familiar."
"Give me your hand." Chen Yan said suddenly.
The boy vaguely guessed what she wanted to do. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow his heart.
He raised his hand.
Chen Yan placed the soul fragment on his palm, but she was afraid that he would suddenly run away, so she held his hand without hesitation.
Their hands were intertwined, and a piece of cold and warm soul fragment was pressed against each other's palms.
The boy's eyelids trembled slightly. He was silent for a moment and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Chen Yan said, "I want the person I love to be resurrected and have his memory restored."
"The one you love?" The boy was stunned. "...Who is it?"
"you."
Hearing such a definite answer, the young man was shocked. He had never met her before, so how could he become her lover?
Moreover, he remembers all his memories and has never lost any of them.
Suddenly, he thought of something and his face changed abruptly. Seeing Chen Yan's eyes gradually change from complicated to cold, he suddenly pulled back his hand.
"I'm not the one you're looking for!"
Chen Yan didn't expect his attitude to change so quickly. The soul fragment in her hand almost fell to the ground, and she quickly caught it.
The young man's delicate and enchanting face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his tone was sarcastic and cold: "I won't kill you, so go away."
"Do you know who I'm looking for?" Chen Yan frowned, and she slowly clenched the soul fragment in her palm.
The young man looked at her coldly with disgust in his eyes. He raised his hand and waved it, removing the barrier.
"You'd better leave before I come back!"
After saying that, before Chen Yan could say anything, the young man had already disappeared from the spot.
Chen Yan frowned tightly, she lowered her eyes to look at the unchanged soul fragment in her palm, and couldn't help but think: Did she really recognize the wrong person?
Why didn't the soul fragment merge with the young man immediately?
There were so many doubts that her heart sank a little.
What is going on?
Chen Yan took back the soul fragment and immediately raised her head. The temperature of her earlobes became hot again, which meant... the boy did not leave here.
He's nearby.
He was waiting for him to leave.
But how could Chen Yan leave?
She also has to wait for him to come back.
Chen Yan looked towards the small stone house, her gaze fixed.
Soon, she looked away.
She took out a healing pill and swallowed it, then she found a relatively clean place, sat on the ground, and closed her eyes to rest.
The young man in white hiding in the dark witnessed this scene, his face turned cold and he pursed his lips.
She recognized the wrong person.
The person she was looking for was not herself, but that person.
At first, he also thought that the girl in purple was that person.
But it turned out not to be the case.
The young man lowered his eyes, and suddenly he remembered the fragrance of her hair and the temperature of her body when she was close to him, which made his throat slightly warm and slid down unconsciously.
Two hours later.
Chen Yan still maintained the posture of meditation to regulate the breath in his body.
The young man in white had already come to her silently.
Chen Yan seemed to sense something and raised his eyes.
The two people's eyes met in the air, exuding an indescribable atmosphere.
The young man looked down at her with an indifferent expression. "Why didn't you leave? Do you really think I wouldn't kill you?"
Chen Yan slowly stood up.
The boy calmly took two steps back, putting some distance between them.
Chen Yan looked at him firmly, "You are the one I'm looking for."
"Impossible." The boy shook his head.
"Who do you think I'm looking for?"
The boy was silent, he didn't want to speak.
Chen Yan said: "I have a way to confirm whether you are the person I am looking for."
"What method?" The boy rubbed his fingers unconsciously.
Chen Yan said slowly: "Send a trace of your power into my body. If something in my body reacts, it will prove that you are the person I am looking for."
The young man stared into her eyes, a little bit of throbbing in his heart. He nodded slightly with a cold face.
He still had some expectations in his heart.
He sent a trace of his own aura of power into her body.
Then he frowned and stared at her with a slightly nervous expression.
Chen Yan closed his eyes and drew his power into his body, where it met the golden bead.
Soon, the golden bead trembled slightly and quickly absorbed the aura of power.
This proves that—
The young Bai Yao is the soul fragment of Feng Xingyao!
Chen Yan opened her eyes and smiled slowly at him.
Her smile stunned the boy for a moment, and he lost his mind again.
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