Yang Fei's heart stirred.
He hadn't seen Liu Chan for a long time.
Thinking of this graceful and gentle little girl, Yang Fei recalled the peculiar sword mark on her back.
"I've just returned to Yannan, how have you been lately?"
Liu Chan's voice was noticeably choked up.
"I'm fine, it's just, I miss Master so much."
Yang Fei nodded.
"Where are you? I'll come over now to check your progress in the Martial Arts Realm."
The little girl immediately cheered, rejoicing.
"That's great, Master, I'm waiting for you in the apartment."
Yang Fei, after greeting Lin Xueyi, drove off in a hurry with his Hummer.
In Liu Chan's single apartment, Liu Chan was awkwardly applying makeup in front of a large dressing mirror.
She dabbed on some lip gloss and defined her eyebrows a bit.
Then, feeling bashful, she murmured to herself.
"Will Master like me like this? No, no."
She hesitated, and finally wiped off the makeup.
