Murong Qian nestled in Jiang Feng's arms and cried for quite a while before lifting her tear-streaked face to gaze deeply at Jiang Feng.
Compared to thirteen years ago, Jiang Feng had indeed matured and become more manly. His face was angular, well-defined, and full of masculine vigor.
"Xiao Feng, what have you gone through in these thirteen years? Why do I feel like you've changed so drastically compared to before, to the point that your many inexplicable traits make me hesitant to recognize you?" Murong Qian asked curiously.
The Jiang Feng of those days, though a troublemaking Demon Lord of Mayhem in the Capital City who dragged the elder sister figure, two years his senior, into mischief, back then, he was merely a mischievous brat, what people now call a reckless child. He was far from attaining the terrifying level of combat power and medical skills he possesses today.
That's what made Jiang Feng seem so unfamiliar to her!
