Ye Huan sighed, stood up, and walked towards the door.
This "misunderstanding" is really too big to explain clearly!
So difficult!
Actually, Huan didn't really understand his feelings for Zhang Huimin either, but being with her felt very comfortable, especially every time he came to Zhang Huimin's house, he felt like he was "coming home."
This feeling was something that Ye Huan cherished deeply, having grown up in an orphanage before being taken away by his master to learn Kung Fu and then rushing to battle in the Dark World.
This sense of home was something he had never felt anywhere else.
Not even in the "wedding house," that cold villa by the Penglai Lakefront, did he ever feel this way!
It's just a shame that he won't have the chance to experience this feeling again.
"Bang."
Ye Huan softly closed the door, feeling very frustrated and ready to leave.
But just then—
"Click!"
The sound of the door handle turning came from behind, and Ye Huan turned his head in confusion.
