C1067 Feng Zhihe's past

"Yan'er!" Feng Zhihe came to Xue Yaner's side, her jade-like hands gently stroking Xue Yaner's smooth and long hair. "It's impossible between you and him."

Xue Yaner's delicate body trembled, and her already pale face became even paler. She turned her head, looked at Feng Zhihe, and asked with a hoarse voice: "mother