When Fang Chuning saw Ruyi's face clearly, it felt as if the cold winds of West State had swept into his chest, stabbing painfully at his heart. The blizzard of icy winds engulfed the entire sky, freezing his boiling blood. For a brief moment, Fang Chuning only felt a deafening buzz in his ears, like the clash of blades ringing near, robbing him of the ability to hear any sound of the world.
"Papa…" Ruyi seemed scared upon seeing a stranger, stumbling as he ran to Xie Jue's side. Xie Jue crouched halfway down and gently patted Ruyi's head, his expression soft and tender, "What is it?"
Papa...
The innocent child, the familiar features—Fang Chuning suddenly remembered Ting Feng's appearance as a youngster.
If Ruyi grew three or four years older, he would be the spitting image of the child Ting Feng Fang Chuning remembered.
Too alike!
