Huo Yuhao followed behind Gu Yue, his heart filled with indescribably complicated emotions, until they finally arrived at her door.
Gu Yue pushed the door open and walked in. After a slight hesitation, Huo Yuhao stepped in after her.
Past the simple entryway, the living room came into view.
Almost immediately, Huo Yuhao's gaze fell upon the figure seated on the sofa.
He was an exceptionally tall middle-aged man, with a stern face and hard features. His brows carried an imposing air even in silence, making him look exactly like the sort of extremely serious, unsmiling father.
As Huo Yuhao sized up Di Tian, Di Tian's gaze naturally fell upon him as well.
At first, Di Tian merely gave him a casual glance.
But after his eyes lingered for two more seconds, the carelessness vanished from his face, replaced by an incomparably solemn expression.
Though the youth before him still looked immature, the contours of his brows and eyes, that calm temperament... began to slowly overlap with an unforgettable figure buried deep within his memories!
What shook Di Tian even more was the faint, almost imperceptible aura around Huo Yuhao.
It was not a fluctuation of Soul Power, but a sensation more fundamental—something closer to the realms of spirit and fate...
The more he sensed it, the more familiar it felt. A tremor rising from the depths of his soul began to surge uncontrollably.
The next instant.
Di Tian abruptly rose from the sofa!
The movement was so forceful that the sofa beneath him let out a dull groan under the strain.
His eyes flashed like lightning as they locked tightly onto Huo Yuhao. Within those pupils, where the golden gleam had been restrained, stormy waves now seemed to churn.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning