By the time Gu Jian realized what was happening...
A soft, fragrant body embraced him from behind.
Gu Jian was slightly taken aback when he saw a pair of arms as smooth and lustrous as jade.
The familiar scent made him realize the person behind him.
"Uncle-Master, what brings you here?"
Feng Yantong's hair floated along with it, her soft body pressed against Gu Jian's back.
Her voice was as gentle as a breeze, bringing Gu Jian a touch of warmth as she said, "Jian'er, I've come to see you."
"I know you're upset. If you're very sad, then cry it out. Crying will make you feel better."
Gu Jian's eyes reddened slightly, then he chuckled and said, "Uncle-Master, you're joking. I am a demon, how could I have such trivial emotions?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yantong felt even more distressed and said, "So what if they are demons? Demons also experience sadness and grief, let alone demon cultivators."
“Jian’er, your master knows that all you want in your heart is a warm home.”
“They can’t give it to you, but your senior brother can.”
Gu Jian was slightly taken aback, looked at the person behind him, and said, "Uncle-Master, I don't understand what you mean."
Feng Yantong released her grip, took light steps, and came to stand in front of Gu Jian.
She reached out and took Gu Jian's hand, seeing his handsome face and his frosty hair that pained her.
Sensing the sadness and melancholy emanating from Gu Jian, Feng Yantong almost blurted out, "Let me be your wife, and I will give you all my tenderness and love."
But as the words reached her lips, her heart skipped a beat, and she said, "Jian'er, to my master, you are my family."
"My master has no relatives in this world. Apart from my junior sister, he has no one else who is close to him."
“Jian’er, if you don’t mind, you can treat your senior uncle as your family.”
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