Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

Their discussion on the strange matter went exceptionally smoothly without any setbacks.

Feng Yu smiled and shook hands with Director Lu, the chief of the Special Events Management Bureau, and said, "This strange incident concerns the entire world. Director Lu, you've been working really hard."

Although Director Lu is already in his forties, he looks remarkably young and energetic. There isn't even a single strand of white hair on his head.

He was always very polite to talented people and quickly responded, "No, no, thank you very much, Mr. Feng, for your care and help to the Special Bureau."

"This bizarre large-scale raid was only possible thanks to the tremendous assistance of you and your loved one. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. This incident would have caused extremely serious casualties."

Director Lu turned to look at Jiang Yan, who was still in soul form, and gave him a grateful smile.

However, when Feng Yu and Jiang Yan left the General Administration together, the atmosphere between them suddenly became solemn and silent.

Feng Yu has always been famous for his eloquence and outstanding speaking skills, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He and Jiang Yan have been separated for too long.

He had been in that place for so long, almost completely isolated from the outside world, that he had forgotten how to communicate effectively with his lover.

However, Jiang Yan was the first to break the awkward silence and asked softly, "You have so many scars on your body. Did you get them in those strange places?"

The answer to this question is actually very obvious.

But Jiang Yan really couldn't think of any other more suitable topic, so he could only find an excuse to start a conversation between the two of them.

Indeed, the number of wounds on Feng Yu's body was staggering.

Ever since he awakened his memory, his body automatically synchronized the physical data of their dimension.

It was midsummer now, and Feng Yu was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. When he was dealing with the bloody ghost before, Jiang Yan could occasionally catch a glimpse of his body through the opening of his clothes, which was covered with hideous scars.

The sheer number of these scars is astonishing.

Faced with Jiang Yan's question, Feng Yu was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly to indicate his agreement.

At the same time, he seemed to subconsciously want to hold Jiang Yan's hand.

This was a habit Feng Yu had developed a long time ago. Whenever he felt a little uneasy, his body would subconsciously want to pinch Jiang Yan's hand like a conditioned reflex.

As for Jiang Yan, it seemed that he had long been accustomed to Feng Yu's little action. Every time Feng Yu stretched out his hand, he would naturally stretch out his hand, gently place it in Feng Yu's palm, and let him hold it tightly.

Even though they haven't seen each other for many years.

The summer wind is slightly hot, making a rustling sound when blowing through the leaves, which interweaves with the constant chirping of cicadas, forming a summer picture full of vitality.

In such an atmosphere, both of them couldn't help but feel their heartbeats quicken, as if they were back to the afternoon many years ago when they had just confirmed their relationship.

Feng Yu was slightly stunned, as if touched by the memories that suddenly flooded his mind, and then he couldn't help laughing.

This smile made his originally tense body gradually relax, and the subtle gap between him and Jiang Yan disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Feng Yu gently moved his fingers and scratched Jiang Yan's palm. This familiar action was like a little secret between them, and only they understood its meaning.

"I like you." Feng Yu said.

Jiang Yan's ears blushed: "Oh."