A hint of coldness flashed in Ye Hishen's eyes, and his mind raced through his memories.,Walking out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed her surroundings. After a moment's thought, she realized this was Kyoto's outskirts most famous ghost street.,Meanwhile, clover had silently entwined itself in Ye Hisui's jet-black hair at her back. The four leaves trembled constantly, faintly revealing their excitement.。